Sometimes writing is like slipping
off your clothes
in the waning light of day
effortless
exhalation on a sigh
but most often it is retching
in solitude
a heaving up of your insides
results that are never pretty
generally painful
but necessary
relief
momentary
until all that bubbles up
furiously
is expelled
finding purchase
upon the page
:
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