the flood 

i think too much,

but apparently that’s what

gives a writer the upper hand.

who said i wanted the pen in the first place?

yet it’s been handed to me.

therefore, i will let my thoughts spill over in floods

and watch the words fall like honey from my mouth

and prick like the thorny stem of a rose.

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