cranking out
poetry
in a bind
deadline
under pressure
fall on the floor

passed out
minor bruise
neck hurts
shoes off
aching back
off in the distance

what?

paper sits
on the bed
in a box
unused
overdrawn
brain on the fire

losing faith
not a word
losing breath
panic fit
no I can't
make your stupid deadline. Leave me the fuck alone.

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