Creative Stance

She sits

Thoughts bracing for the flood of memories

of her.

Her dreams now just stabs in the gut  of ambition.

Where now?

What color?

What planned out thought of defiance?

To create.

To create is where her strength lies.

Words that used to leak out 

now a dribble,

with a world so ugly there is not a configuration  of letters to form words with meanings grotesque enough.




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