There was no one victim of your unmaking
but there was one survivor.
Why was his deadly portrait kept in a hallowed place?
We were soft then
as yet unformed,
two girls
with wild blue eyes.
One as a ripcurrent in a calm sea,
One as still and silent as the Marianna Trench
filled with strange and deadly creatures unknown to man.
With time, the structure beneath began to emerge.
the dark one became wild and searching
pushing away the madness of worship
seeking a foreign language to speak her grief.
Finding sweetness under the guise of knowledge,
carefully seeking.
This is a totally unedited free-write. Major writer's block at the moment, but I have faith it'll pass. I need to challenge myself and take on something serious. Maybe an epic poem. Or founding a new religion. Or writing 17 books a year like Dean Koontz and Stephen King. Suggestions?
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Cures for writer's block? You've probably heard them all before but what works for me is reading newspaper/magazine articles; listening to music; drinking large amounts of coffee and chasing it down with cans of Cherry Coke.
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