Contemplation
it's wrong
to want to kill
your muse?
drown it
like an unwanted
puppy
bury it deep, somewhere
in the desert
where essences rot, decomposing
the way they left your soul
dry
arid dusting with the tumbleweed
wherever the wind decides to move you
then SMACK, stuck on the grill of a semi
barreling on through
Copyright © Lori Hopkins | Year Posted 2013
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