With my bagel on an inexpensive cheap napkin and my coffee two minutes settled, I stare at the enemy.
He, She, Whatever it may be, jeers and snorts at me while doing it blankly.

But its not the only thing.

The tool that I conjured from the box I  placed beside me refuses to move or even let it's blood flow to create figures, figures that could be read with the proper eyes.
On further inspection it wasn't the tool's lack of response rather my mind's lack of settling.
Should blood be spelt for love and betrayal, should it cover every white space available. or should the blood run sideways Or maybe not at all?

I look at my watch, the coffee is now five minutes settled