When I summon my pen
It doesn't answer my pleas
Words just jump at me
When I don't want them to
They claw over my skin
Itching that wouldn't stop
Things that will make me think
And take me to the darker, unexplored, fearsome corners
That I know are not part of this world
And they make their presence obvious
Making it hard to believe what is real
Making it hard to accept what is real.
