prose

A Bad Case of Writers Block

Words no longer spill onto the page like a coffee splatter.

Granules, like mountains, obstruct streams of consciousness.

Ambushed by anxiety, drowning in a sugar sea,

A china boat washed ashore.

Caffeine demands restoration.

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