goes the clock.
She stares at it;Hearing the beat.
Like a drum, playing beats
Plotting the way for melody to ensue.
All around her,are noise
so she focuses on the beat:
Swathing ways for her to think;
Through the chaos of her thoughts.
She smiles,her upper lip arching upwards
and teeth meeting the lower,
and chews on it hard; drawing out blood.
Ironic.
Inspiration hits her
and she visibly brightens,
typing a few words,
clicking away.
But:-
then she frowns, biting on her lips
again.her eyebrows rise above the
wavy line of her fringe.nose scrunched.
Mouth pursed in distaste.
She hits a few keys;then
laying back on her chair,
exasperated she sighs.
Unsatisfied.
again she slumps and stares,
at the clock.focusing on the beat,
closing in on it.Desperate;
to find a way out of the writer's block.
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