Writer's Block

I have had this fear. It started as a rattle. I would rather not self-diagnose- worry my afro kinks straight. I let it pass breezily. In my room of metaphors I closed the door, shut out the attitudes of reality: Bold, beautiful, young, and restless. I wasn't mindful of her, She and you, or us. Our contact disassembling, just contract... tempers like daggers over lactose. "I'm unavailable!?" because you were penning soliloquies for the stage.