Can’t draw ink from an empty well.
Can’t speak when I mean nothing.
Don’t, then. Eyes rolling like heads,
teeth clenched shut like iron girders,
I live through life, distant. The future
is already here. She takes up too
much space and now I don’t know
how to write anymore. Nothing
flows when you’ve dug deep enough.
It’s time to get your hands around
the weeds, pull them by the roots
out of your scalp. My job is done
only because I never took it up.
And now I feel like I am going
on a long holiday, headless and
fearless, down a short road
never to be seen again.
Freewriting Explanation: I 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.