Pen stabs paper.
Repeatedly, remorseless.
As the words form furiously
the ink flows as a heart pounds,
beating ever faster, ever louder.
Tension mounts, the air builds pressure, pushing
eardrums popping hand scrawling
Words…
Until the muse breaks. Blocks form.
Thoughts trickle out like scattered
water drops
Grasping at one last phrase or just
something to hold onto.
Forcing out each letter,
until
there’s
nothing
Left.
