Revamped this piece from a project I complete in 2013, called, 100 Words a social-task site, everyday you write 100 words, then when you finish that month’s “batch”, your collection gets published to the collective site. I’m grateful to see they have recently relaunched, and I’d love to do another batch there, after this month of course. You can view the original of this poem from April 13,2013.
Writing catharsis Panacea, Balm of breakups and battle scars. A soother of sorrows. I write to clear my head – Ease my soul, Sing my song, (maybe break a bottle or two.) Seeing thought manifest in character. Emotional release- like marking territory by pissing all over the place Sometimes I struggle to verbalize thought, but my fingers? Huh uh. They like to talk . . . to express . . . be verbose . . . be brazen They dance over the keys in some sort of psychic choreography. Singing all the while. -Becca
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