A ball on a table, my thoughts
unspool and drape off the edge,
sentences unravelling their silk
as my words break formation,
their knees buckling under the
weight of yet another period.
I am constantly catching up
to the kite-strings of my own
tongue, and all its struggles
against the walls of its cell.
Apostrophe, apostrophe.
Nothing makes sense anymore
and it is nothing people care about.
My tongue is tied into a
noose. I am sat in a room
forever watching myself
say the wrong thing
over and over again
until I can no longer
remember what it is
to be right. Thoughts
rattling in the chamber
of skull, how all I can say
are but meaningless now
in the totality of every
word that has ever been
uttered, every sentence
said in a courtroom, every
I love you I love you I love you
quickly extinguished between
the neighbouring firework of
two world wars, and perhaps
a third, and how every word
sounds like defeat if you’re
willing to let yourself be, and
I want so badly to wrest
control over this language
and ride it into the sunset
my anxiety’s lasso twirling, twirling

Freewriting Explanation: Every day, Valen shall use 5 minutes to write completely unprompted and uninterrupted, letting the words lead the way. There is no end purpose to each piece, but rather, the pieces are allowed to develop naturally in their own way. The pieces are then uploaded without edits.