365 Days
A year ago this week, life as I knew it changed. It happened in stages, moments, over a span of days and three hundred and sixty five days later I'm still trying to make sense of it all. It's been a long year, and I'm a rubbish poet, but I didn't know how else to express what I've been feeling and thinking the past few days. 365 Days Marie Monday was normal, a side by side, elbows touching kind of normal, nothing extraordinary back then; But incredibly rare these days. We watched clips of Carrie, no face masks, just the human shield I made out of my fingers over my eyes. I glimpsed through the cracks the figure of a blood soaked girl, a grim premonition to end the last normal lecture I'd ever have. I'm going home, whilst I can, one of my course-mates told me after, and I haven't seen her since. Crime on Tuesday was cancelled Temporarily , the email said, 365 days later I am in another city, and we are still online. I stood with my supervisor in her ...