Attacked by Pages

The pages attacked me

Thousands of them

Bitter from being scarred by my words

Crawling over me like snakes

Riddling my body with paper cuts

But I heroically hacked them to bits

With a letter opener...

I wake up

My face on a pile of poems

Pen in hand

Feeling, if only in dreams, like a master of words




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