A Time And A Place

Writing with an Active Audience

Photo by Trey Gibson on Unsplash

He was always on the precipice,

wondering when

his next moment would come.

Every thought

dropped away in

an act of Floccinaucinihilipilification.

No matter how hard he tried,

words bashed at his brain.

His fingers gripped at the pen,

choke holding it ,

digging into the paper.

He tried to free the building of perplexity,

which threatened to sour his blood stream.

How far could he go with

this unfathomable weight he held in his guts?

Empty broken home of despair

weaved a story into a series of tragedies.

He wanted to rip them out of his chest

and stab them with the pen,

over and over.

The very act released a primal Roar out of his throat.

Eyes had darkened in a menace

as he watched the thoughts

scream and dissipate with the ink