cloudy junk mushed into a piece of fluff jammed in my ears

when I don’t know what to say it suffocates

clogging up the inner cubicle

Get it OUT

like a splinter in my toe

not so painful as aggravating

forcing what will not come

on to a blank screen

so white it’s plainness mocks me

but if I don’t write anything nothing will come at all

so stuck in a winding swirl of

two

toned text

muddy with curved tall circular symbols none that I can tell apart

splotched and sputtering and withering away

I create something and

delete

delete

delete

(close to complete) until ENOUGH

and I decide to press

publish.