it starts with the quill
hovering over the page
you hesitate
(drip)
so many things you want to tell him
you want to say to him
i’m sorry
i didn’t mean to
you hesitate
(drip)
speaking isn’t like writing
you can’t change what’s been said
can’t take it back
so you hesitate
(drip)
you rewrite it rewrite it
and scratch it out until the paper
rrr r r r r r i p s
(drip)
it’s ruined.
torn down the middle
and you can’t find the words.
you grab a fresh sheet of paper
you hesitate
(drip)
About the Creator
Ro
I wanted a place to share my poetry and short stories. I only hope that someone finds themselves in the words I have written.
Comments (1)
I like the repetition of 'drip', and the use of the strikeout.