poem: nightmare, walking

they told me

“write what you’re afraid of”

as if it’s that easy. i smell fear on my fingertips in the mornings
the words mock me. the blank page envelopes me. i am delivered from inspiration into a state of empty abhorrence.
i talk shit, and
nine times out of eternity
it doesn’t even rhyme.

i’d write what i was afraid of if
i wasn’t living it.

– t. bennett

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