the words stung in bright bold blue letters
a present formal noun
with capitals at the beginning and no period
i was doing better when i removed them from my personal dictionary
even if i kept finding them in the thesaurus
i'm attracted to synonyms
i'm running away, shutting out all proper nouns
in hopes of deflecting yet another essay of how the verbal form of Love
does not work outside of metaphors
80 seconds and 12 hours later
i am still on personal writers block
the tragic part of my soul awakes
injecting me with a creativity i once knew
but fear replaces the vowels, loss the consonants
and i am left writing in some foreign language
about politically correct sentencing structures
i want to embrace sorrow like a bottle of whiskey
given to a recovering alcoholic
i just never liked hangovers.