what am I supposed to do
filled to the brim with
inspiration
like water dripping into a goblet
that is already
flooding

but my brushes
what have I done with them
soaked them in red wine
and bad company
the shaft is cracked
the bristle in hundred directions


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i am a kindergarten henmum
come now my small ones
i am screaming with my
fathom flooded
like chopping the head of a hydra
just to watch two new grow out
i am standing in the epicenter of chaos
still not understanding that i wont ever tame it