Devourer

I am the devourer of black licorice
repelling potential lovers
with a tar covered tongue
and treacle flavored spit.

I am the devourer of words
rejecting social interactions
in favor of stories and verse.

I am the devourer of images
and videos put on repeat.

I am the devourer of dreams
that emerge from the ink.

But I am a creator of none
if no writing is done.

~*~

Even though I’ve been writing more frequently than I have in years, I still get anxious when my pages are blank. Then I get cranky like I’m experiencing a bout of writer’s PMS. Anyone else have this experience? Yay or nay in the comments below.

Connect with me on Twitter: @sm_saves

~*~

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