In the night.
I woke up.
My sister’s head on me.
My stomach was rumbling.
I wanted food.
So I pushed my sister’s head of me gently,
hoping it would not wake her up.
I crept down the stairs into
(unfinished)
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Another tip, Mahroosh. Write the poem firsts, before sending it to the PZ. Either on paper or in a notebook (top tip, always keep a notebook handy) or on your computer/tablet/phone and then cut and paste it.