The Monstrous Blank Page

You’ve been staring at me for weeks, you hobgoblin.

You son of a whore.

Mindless.  Voiceless.  Hole who looks back at me with mendacity.

I scream at you.  Poke at your chest. Scratch at you eyes.



—-   Two   —-




Rock back and forth on my heels.

Maybe tomorrow.  Maybe tomorrow.  Maybe Tomorrow.  Maybe tomorrow.  Maybe Tomorrow.

But I HAVE started; haven’t I !

I win.


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