Writing

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.