The Real (Shadow) Writer

As he slept, I crept out into the dull light of another late Friday night

From his mouth, like a spider

I started to type on his behalf

Type the words I want him to speak, while he slumbers peacefully

Things he would never dare share

Things he would never even contemplate

I am the one types

When he sleeps

He never wonders how he has so much writing done, when his face is dripping saliva on the keyboard and his snores are filling the room so fully

Once he's trapped inside his dreamland nightmare, I take over

I take the wheel.

I let him take the credit...

For now.

Let him have his spotlight.

But, like so much, this is temporary

My time will come...

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While I work on my letter poems and a secretive fiction piece...I thought I'd get this out there. Just some surreal musings on where inspiration sometimes comes from!

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