Down on knees Feeling squeezed The silent war Scores Those who believe Push heads up Breathe Soul stronger Fore Those that know The wheel turns History burns Falore Land running Learn cunning Carry on As before
Long hair is beautiful
But, it is the bind weed of the home
I hate stray hairs
I’m brunette (odd grey)
If I see a hair on the sink or side
Immediately, with it, into the bin I glide
They wrap around the taps
They gather in the plug
They gather in the vacuum cleaner
Long hair is strong
It will inhabit an environment to which
It doesn’t belong
It will gather other hairs
From any region – yuk
Any colour, colonies aren’t choosy
Even greys are acceptable
In their plans to take your hole
Then amazing strength you’ll see
Scissors and knives can shoved down the drain
To remove and attempt to regain
You’ll know the angiush…
Then, there is the hoover.
All that dust
Wrapped hair in colonies of lust
Undo this, undo that
Cut the fecking thing off
And, then put it all back
What a palava
And, you’ve still got the cleaning to do after!
Yeah, long hair is lovely
I could twiddle and twirl it all day
If only, when loose, they would all crawl away.
by Samantha “unextraordinarybint” Harris. Written 25th September 2020 Hertfordshire.UK.
Often asked to describe bladder pain
Pain is subjective
None is the same
Right now, this second, it feels like
I’m clamped in an iron claw
It holds me with a vice like grip
One pincher on my belly button sits
My pubic bone caught within
The pincher on the other side
Catches my buttocks and all that resides
Sits, tightly, thobbing painfully inside.
I can sit
I can stand
I can walk a bit
But, the vice is felt for every movement of it.
It feels like I have iron pants on
With screws at every side
Perhaps someone, somewhere
Has a voodoo doll of my hide.
By Samantha “unextraordinarybint” Harris. Written 24th September 2020. Watford, Herts. UK.
I have TVT bladder mesh. I’m awaiting removal…it’s a long road.
It took hours of squeezing here Positioning there Contortionist tricks are nothing To a woman who cares I checked thoroughly with two fingers too; But, still one managed to sneak through There is little more bothersome When every bit is smooth Then visibly you witness Just one hair poking up Lifting it’s head like a buttercup Saying hello to the world Seemingly unaware of My recent attempts at it’s cull The razor and soap is now away So, this stubborn one Is here to stay
By Samantha “unextraordinarybint” Harris Written 19th September 2020 Hertfordshire.