By Dana Date: 2003 Jun 05 Comment on this Work [[2003.06.05.11.34.22874]] |
the glowing screen blank she had discarded paragraphs unhappy with every word she had written time set aside for writing she couldn't concentrate plagued by thoughts of earlier worries she thought in disgust tears of frustration pricked the back of her eyes she wrote one sentence, then two sentences mounted, creating paragraphs of pure, uninspired drivel Found Poem "From Chapter 21, Bone Cold, by Erica Spindler." |