xLx's blog: "Writing Alone"

when I write alone

I visit a friend

I find her sulking, pacing,

waiting her turn

in her dark secluded corner

she shies away

but when I write alone I let her play

she makes visible

what superficial lenses miss

she carries my baggage

all my burdens and shame

through her eyes I’m a slave to expectation

but when I write alone she says “Fuck perfection”

throughout the day, no one can hear her

she never fights inside her cell

a good girl, she sits

silently suppressed

but when I write alone we’re a vessel possessed

set free under lamp light

I let her write, 

write, open her veins

sometimes it’s heartfelt, seductive, or lame

but she scribbles and scratches whatever comes out

for several minutes or pages, until nothing remains

and our hearts beat with a sated tone

then I tuck her away for next time, when I write alone