Writer’s Block Acoustic

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I’ve been writing all day, trying
to find a phrase
that doesn’t need any formal wear and

my hands are twine, tying my eyes
wide. My cheeks are turning pink
like rabid dogs in heat.

I’ve been erasing all day, trying
to find out her name
that walks through scribbled out
smudging of me and

the walls are newsprint thin
like my sister when I was ten.
I don’t like it when they blink
or grin through filed down teeth.

I’ve been scratching all day, trying
to distract the peeling
and hauntings in my memory that walk
on backwards feet and

the words are reaching long fingers
through decomposing sheaths
with a neck that touches the ceiling
and casts a gray screen.

I’ve been writing all day, trying
to find a phrase
that doesn’t need any formal wear and

Image credit:Steve Johnson

Kaci Skiles Laws is a closet cat-lady and creative writer who reads and writes voraciously in the quiet moments between motherhood and managing Crohn's Disease. She grew up on a small farm in a Texas town alongside many furry friends, two sisters, and two brothers. Having known tragic loss too well, her writing is a reflection of the shadows lurking in her psyche. Her poetry book, Strange Beauty, can be purchased on Amazon from Dead Man's Press Ink, and her work can be viewed at: https://kaciskileslawswriter.wordpress.com/