idk what to write about by Isabela Carroll

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


toned text

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

splotched and sputtering and withering away

I create something and




(close to complete) until ENOUGH

and I decide to press


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