Writers Block

Writer Block ______________________________ I scratch the surface, my nails drag against the edge of the pen my thoughts shift in perpetual motions I feel the distractions around me uneasy my fingertips start to burn and ache my mind buzzes in confusion I close my eyes and feel the invisible blood run from my fingertips I start to lose grasp, of the pen that floats unevenly in my hand the sounds of doors opening and closing rupture my attention BUT THEN... a BURST.REALITY "CLICK," says the pen and the invisible blood runs back into my cold fleshy hands eyes open wider than ever before glue-like fingers now cling to the ballpoint and words fall on the page like teardrops I can feel the winds shift and creative juices flowing I hate days like these Writer's block sucks! Date:7/15/15 Jessica Thompson