Dear December,
I really don't have much to write to you about today: we had the tests, they were good; in band we played for little kids; I'm getting a cold. I need to write one letter and bag a present, I need to go to sleep, I need to get a life. Funny how things escalate like that.
I'll write you some poetry about getting sick, since I'm bored out of my mind:
you know that feeling
when you're getting a cold
like an itch (itch!)
at the back of your throat
it hurts, it aches, I can't swallow right
itch!
if I cough it up
there will be blood.
itch!
it sounds like a sigh
trying to push this cold
out of my drinking pipe
it's not going away
(itch!)
it's going to stay
I guess I'll just have to deal
with this little itch (bitch!)
December, when all else fails, write.
YOU ARE READING
dear december
Non-FictionContinued from last month's Dear November letters. A little less angsty, a little more poetic. Originally done on Polyvore, by @writingtips' and @smileylina 's suggestion, who got the idea from Youtuber Carrie Fletcher's series 'Letters to Autumn'.
