~ WRITER’S BLOCK ~
william pauley III
I’ve come to tell you a story,
but the words will never reach your ear.
They all stick to my skin like
styrofoam beads.
They slither down my spine,
crawl around my knees,
gather at my ankles,
but never to your ear.
Never to your eye, never to your ear.
I stumble across the room.
It all feels like a sinking ship to me.
The waves.
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