pruning and gnawing at the gyrus of my numbed mind
a shadow enters the room, and it sits behind
it grinds a mudded heel into sheer night’s tail
filling my head with a gluey fairy-tale
it takes away the caulking gun from my ear
claps on my shoulder, asks with barefaced jeer
“are you dreaming of being a writer, you silly boy?
headache, restless nights, burnout… enjoy!”
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2017
unbolt me 
Very well put.
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Thanks for reading with us, Nitin! 😀
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Found this and I just had to read it out loud. I fell in-love the first time I read the lines~ ❤ ❤ ❤
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It’s SO good, isn’t it? 😉
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Yes. Yes it is!
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He he.. that was clever and too good.. 🙂
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She just keeps going from strength to strength, that’s for sure. Thanks for visiting with us, Prakash! 😀
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Pleasure is all mine.. 🙂
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i smell that : hat?
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Hee hee! Thanks for reading, Jimmy. 😛
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Amazing!!
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I think that’s the perfect word for this effort. I agree. Thanks for reading! 😀
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