Writer’s Block

i dont like sentences

she said

i only like words they

sound fine in my head

i like my collection of

half written stories about

no one

in particular

drafts saved for tomorrow

because knees were too cold

to sit cross legged for hours

only to backspace

and chew on my sleeve

a toxic torment


instead of lines

heavy eyes

and a

further cluttered mind

so she slept with

the sunrise

and decided


for a moment that

words don’t work and

i’ll write never again

nothing makes sense

nothing makes sense.

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