spent the morning
until my veins
could no longer bleed

…and then they did
and beautiful
in their mysteries
until tonight
brings no rest
but only a mixtape
of thoughts
on repeat

(c) copyright by Rose Kendall


2 thoughts on “empty

    1. Thank you. I always imagine my thoughts running through my veins. When I get writer’s block, I see my veins swelling, and then when it all comes pouring out finally, my blood is so full of the ink of potential thoughts and words that I write until they run dry again. Last writer’s block my mind was dizzy from the extra thoughts, and I was nearly afraid my veins would burst. 😉

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