I wish I wrote the way I think;
passionately,
obsessively,
with fervent desperation
each line
like a gasp of air
writing to the point of
asphyxiation.
writing myself into a
cold panic
narrative snaking out of
my neurological pathways like
vinery into unremitting
nothing
Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 12:54 AM UTC
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