A Sentence On Derision (You)

I start a sentence with your name

And soon I’m fixed for more

A pencil filed

Sharp in hand

Sardonically insane

 

I design creases in my flesh

From a heavy pen

Still, somewhere in this heat

I overlook my place

 

I stutter on convenience

As soon, because I’m ‘here’

But now ending isn’t possible

Trussed, a sentence with shame

 

I draw more lines on this paper

A steady, steady breath

Closing now, though never

Vehemently fervent

What a strong derision

(You)

Author's Note

I feel that maybe, just maybe I'm getting my muse back... hopefully.

Reviews

[Michael Kevin Spencer]

I miss your writing, I don't know what you are waiting for.

[Aella.lives]

Thank you! I'll try to get some new stuff up soon. It has sort of been piling... :)

[Michael Kevin Spencer]

piling? Which means you have been writing a lot?

[*~*Butterfly Kisses*~*]

I think you've got your muse. I enjoyed this profound, well written write!

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

and I sign your name over and over again on my skin......beautiful Aelia, I do believe you Muse is back. xoxo