I face rebellion
The words stall and stutter.
They sidle onto the page so stubbornly and sullenly.
They shift and squirm and slip from my uncertain grasp.
They twist and turn and tangle themselves up in tortured, tedious, threadbare tales.
They distract me.
They defy me.
They disobey me.
I face rebellion
My words have made a stand.
The only shape
they will make
is you.
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