Writer’s block?
Yep, it came and landed on my naked shoulder
its sharp claws digging into that muscle
that lies across the tendon along the scapula
and squeezes it into a spasm.
I thought I’d find something to tweak this flighty mind
into writing something on the topic, even if
it sounded like a mother’s admonishment of
“because I told you so”
but it became the screw worm
that inched into my brain
and then morphed into a tapeworm
that devoured every last morsel
of any creative thought that
might have been percolating.
Oh well, on to next week’s topic!
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