NaPoWriMo Day #5

Obsession

I want to write in the way
Your ink floods across the page
but I struggle
with a crippled pen

I wait for a muse

I pretend

I read your words and ask
How
What are you that words become
flesh

Mine lie
Dust, dry white bones
Never even whole

Obsession flows from the lacerations
Your words cause
I cough jealous blood
It splatters,
scars the page

I lick my lips hoping
And the sickness seeps
deeper

I try to resist
But I am drawn

From my dark corner
I see your shadow
pass