Fiction's first lie
is telling you it isn't real,
not rooted in the eyes
of the writer
We cannot escape
our hard skulls,
cannot scrawl with any fingers
but our own
I am soft and I am gentle
and love everything violently
-but am I writing myself
in knots?
Crystallise,
purify and desalinate
the words like sea water
lapping in your mind
Fool me
with your pretty words
and I will believe
every soft vowel you speak
Whoa. Darker than I imagined. A shrewd combination of critical thoughts with creative process. Well done
ReplyDeleteThank you, I really connected with some of the feelings that Callie was talking about in her interview.
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