words sit thick in my mouth a peanut butter and regret sandwich that i can neither swallow nor expel onto the empty plate a stasis

Reclaiming my inner badass at 50
words sit thick in my mouth a peanut butter and regret sandwich that i can neither swallow nor expel onto the empty plate a stasis
blank screen looks reproachfully at me You are a writer the blinking cursor states So write I rub stiff hands tender wrists sore knees knead
Blank screen looks reproachfully at me You are a writer it says So write I rub stiff hands Tender wrists Sore knees Knead knots in
Blank screen looks reproachfully at me You are a writer it says So write I rub stiff hands Tender wrists Sore knees Knead knots in