Writer’s Block

Can’t sleep.
(The words don’t come.)
Can’t eat.
(There’s no food.)
Can’t turn myself on.
(The words don’t come.)
Can’t cry my organs away.
(There’s no food.)
Can’t say anything.
(There’s no food and
the words don’t come.)

— published in Linebreak

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