writer's block
every time you blink
fullstops …
fall from your face
and litter your chest like dandruff.
i find myself running circles around
these sentences
words that drown my senses
until it is no longer clear
if we are speaking about hunger or hate.
you left a note on my desk that said:
fuck mum, just bring me my typewriter.
i knew this was the beginning of the end.
fullstops …
fall from your face
and litter your chest like dandruff.
i find myself running circles around
these sentences
words that drown my senses
until it is no longer clear
if we are speaking about hunger or hate.
you left a note on my desk that said:
fuck mum, just bring me my typewriter.
i knew this was the beginning of the end.
1 Comments:
thanks ness,
that's lovely to hear. i don't feel like i have any words in me at the moment. or at least new ones..
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