Ms Brenda Brawling's Pen

Ms. Brenda Brawling borrowed nothing, but begged life to bestow her something. Blistered blue when life barely listened, she began buying bargain fiction. By and by, she believed she’d become a book ink fly. Her heart bade she give her own fantasies a book try. Brenda bathed blank sheets in beaut romance billowing with bawdy circumstance. Brenda bloomed when her pen beget one man’s behavior; the book’s brawny, bold boatman became her heart’s savior. Brenda’s book was bought in big, boxed bundles, so she boasted bling, but felt befuddled. Daytime, bedtime, both brought baleful feel born from thoughts baring boatman’s appeal. Brenda balked, but she well failed to block boatman’s stalk who wormed her sanity thru fiction’s crosswalk. Obeying her pen, she beheld him in blissed fantasy blocks. Now, Brenda’s berserk pen bends her daily at bleak o’clock. 10-9-16