How my pen behaves
Pouring forth indigo goodness
Script ripples across alabaster
Pages tied by thought
And fragile threads
Winsome words weaving wonders
Scarlet gel slips and slides
Consonants and vowels
Pulled into a black and white
Gridded marvel
Vocabulary explosions
But then puddles of violet
Soak futile linen
Doodles replace eloquence
Scratching, no longer gliding
Ripping raw syllables
A tool, a toy, a torture
This is how my pen behaves
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