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When I open my mouth
dust comes out,
the machinery of expression clogged
with vintage dreams.
When I open my mouth
my heart dies,
a lonely imp in a rusty cage
swinging from a barbed wire noose.
When I open my mouth
smoke flows forth,
the burning cremation
laying waste to old forms.
When I open my mouth
flames burst out.
I blast the world to ruin.
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When I open my mouth
dust comes out,
the machinery of expression clogged
with vintage dreams.
When I open my mouth
my heart dies,
a lonely imp in a rusty cage
swinging from a barbed wire noose.
When I open my mouth
smoke flows forth,
the burning cremation
laying waste to old forms.
When I open my mouth
flames burst out.
I blast the world to ruin.
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On my first reading of this I envisioned numbness. On a second read I had the impression this was describing writers block. What was it for you while writing it?
ReplyDeleteIt was a mixture of things. Wanting to write but feeling too ill, or lacking the confidence, that kind of thing :).
DeleteI hope those feelings are dissipating.
ReplyDeleteNot really but thanks :)
DeleteThey will, they always do eventually.
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