I started writing in a desperate need to save myself. Then just as I was unable to continue, I find myself too in a state of destitution. Hollow verbs, these are. Better to kill little by little, to die a slow death, than living your power-driven life.
I turned on the radio and some assistant professor proclaimed a discovery of Anne Sexton’s four unpublished poems. How strange it was, to meet her name again on NPR, in my bathroom. I thought she belonged to only to those winter nights.
Better not to say anything, and breath out your unspoken words in vapor.
I’d like to thank you for the efforts you’ve put in penning this site.
I am hoping to view the same high-grade blog posts by you in the
future as well. In fact, your creative writing abilities has encouraged me to get my own website now 😉
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Thank you! Stay creative!
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