A minds tentacles
filled with words
travel aimed to catch my pen.
My hand squirms
trying to loosen its grip
to no avail.
The ink expands within
leaving its ***** membrane
inside hand until a poem is birthed.
Once finished,
the creature floats away
until it rears its head again
and another tentacle
long to spark emotions attack.
Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 5:16 PM UTC
A minds tentacles
filled with words
travel aimed to catch my pen.
My hand squirms
trying to loosen its grip
to no avail.
The ink expands within
leaving its ***** membrane
inside hand until a poem is birthed.
Once finished,
the creature floats away
until it rears its head again
and another tentacle
long to spark emotions attack.
Just playing with word tentacles
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