I’m fine. Just a little tired
It’s only a little blood. Not much.
It’s only a small ulcer. I can still taste chilli.
I have a wig now. It’s lovely.
I just need some moisturiser. It doesn’t sting anymore. I’m fine.
A couple of tablets. All gone. Perhaps a little sore. That’s all.
I don’t think about it. Honestly. I’m fine.
Onwards, upwards. Wave the flag. I’m fine.
I never think about it. Honestly. Never.
It’s not lonely. Being fine.
