Dilettante With a Want
With vast logolepsy, I bleed my shaken pen on vacant paper.
Ready to howl without opening my mouth as it's locked.
My sheet catches human salt water while I ooze out my head's vapor.
The odor of my consciousness's dew finally sticks onto each sentence - albeit it was mocked.
Because I'm a dilettante with a want for the transparent screaming to be blocked.
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Written On: July 24th, 2017
Contest: The Sound Of Pages In The Night
Sponsor: Sara Kendrick
Won: 12th Place
Copyright © Alyssa Lorette | Year Posted 2017
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