What It Takes From Me

[A brief interlude piece written among all the other angst in Morocco. We’re nearly there, two to go!]

This has been my most productive day of writing and I feel drained the world has thrown words at me and sucked life from me.
My blood was richer with imagery but it was all made to rust to dust and blow away and take my soul with it. I have written what the world told me and I am done.


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