the blinding

2019-02-11T12:26:21.000Z Honest Cash

rorschach blotter soaked into bitter spittle,

ink loaded heavy in my pen -

and clumsy on the outlet,

thoughts drowned quicker than bricks inside a bag of kittens,

bound and tossed swiftly into winter's murky river,

shattered squid attacks straight-shafted the first draft,

redacted all detail of what it means to be a quitter.