WRITER’S BLOCK

I face the terror

of a blank page:

this monster whose

mad eyes mock,

whose slack lips

scoff and jeer…

silent shrieks,

and endless laughter.

I hyperventilate,

as sweat soaks 

my writer’s garb,

and screams escape

my tightened jaw.

I grab the demon’s

brittle neck.  One sweet

twist is instant death.

Now I’m ready.

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