Poems & Musings,  Writing

Feeding Creativity

Coax it with honeyed words

Promises of ruin

Pray it will emerge, sniff your hand with

The delicate timidity of a deer or rabbit

Until, satisfied, it stretches open its mouth that suddenly

Has too many teeth

Take a finger, a hand, my sanity if that’s what you need, I told it

I have only one life to get all these words out

It’s a small sacrifice

– Sara Myriad

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