Phoenix Flame - The Write Words

I write
I write some more.
Words dragging themselves squalling out of my mind.
Oh dear, a bit overly emo?
So I write
And my fingers lumber over the keyboard.

I stagger to the top of a scraggly hill,
The rock-strewn path nicks my shins.
Nicks and knickers? Uh-whuh? That was random.

The sun floods down, blasted idiotic pretentious star.
It’s hot! Too hot! Why am I still writing words?
A melted schoolgirl along a mountain pass,
Only identified by a gook-stained plaid skirt.
At least it wasn’t a Giant Squid.
O_O;

But I keep writing,
Throwing my bloody self onto the peak.
Whoa, emo alert!
And I find myself strangely impaled.
Oh damn, this was the pointy-topped mountain…
That finds validation only in saccharine cartoons on Sundays.
Really, that says a lot about where I’ve ended up.
And thank Krishna; I don’t have to write anymore!

Phoenix Flame

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