I would rather slice open my stomach and smother this page with entrails than write in flowering poetry and metaphorical verse any longer.
But honesty is boring like being average is boring.
So I’ll continue to steal phrases from broken molars, lost on meaning. Ink leaking from my pores, adverbs dripping from my eyelids.
I’ll drown in here. Dissolving eventually to only a puddle of poorly penned similies.
If only words could speak.
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February 22nd, 2012 80 notes #prose #spilled ink #writing #verse #creative writing
