Never
The need to write never ends.
Just destroys the dragonfly as it flies away.
Just eats things that are made of crust.
Just tampers with the string that holds your eyeballs in.
The need to write is wonderful.
A nice feeling of swishing.
Like a pond with nothing but algae and weird bubbles.
Making deep popping sounds.
The need to write is soaking through.
Not unlike a fountain’s spray.
On top of a bench that can’t do anything, go anywhere.
There is nothing better than…
The need to write.
The grimacing faces of words.
Which are tactile sometimes.
Tapping against me.
I don’t need to write.
At 4:00 am.
I can ponder and consider wandering into a swamp.
And not write the whole time.
Or I could write a few words.
Which makes me as strong as roadkill.
Gets run over with sentences again.
For fun.
The need to write never ends.
Does it?
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