The product of our work
In my drafts are the
brief beginnings of
writings, stories
and failed poetry
some written
and some that
were inklings but
never fleshed out
I save these cadavers
to look at every now
and then...
and then there is one,
a continuation of
a horror story
of a man who
does horrible things
Things that passed
through my mind
and landed on the
page...things that left
my fingers with such
ease that I was scared
Scared that the ease
these words and
images came from
me and my mind
of romantic words
and visions of
erotic exchanges
The world is
filled with such
horrible things
that I put these
pieces of writing
away and look at
them not to work
But to remind myself
that they came from me
and that to have written
them with such ease
that somewhere
deep down,
...the nice guy
isn't so nice...
(free writing, 7mins13secs)