Arch gave me a wonderful compliment the other day about my use of words. She also snorted at me. I consider the second a much higher accolade. I do absolutely adore words. They're more essential than oxygen and better than chocolate. (Heresy!) But I wish I had something to SAY.
What good is it to have skill with words if all you emit are amiable nothings? My core is better buffered than the strictest nuclear reactor. Wonderful for getting along peacefully with family, spouse and coworkers. Also results in tepid prose. I need to find a way past that, but am at a standstill.
~
Newly narcotic
these cold
sweet cherries
bleed on
my tongue
their dark
purple gush
hides the
taste of
my tears
I can't
stop a
salty leak
of anger
too thin
to burn
fiery ire
why don't
you want
me any
more?
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