Drawing. A. Blank.

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Fictitious ticking time bomb

Threatens to explode

As words fill an empty hole

 

And I’m sitting in a corner

As you await my reaction

But I am hunched over,

and my spine is curled

with no retraction

 

Every step closer

a resounding BOOM!

And it rattles in my ears and shakes my hands

But not a tear –

 

You peer over my shoulder to find

A white sheet of paper

and a pencil pacing

in this quivering hand of mine

 

“Draw!” you demand.

 

I take a new sheet of paper,

draw a rectangle in the middle

and hand it to you.

 

“What’s this?” you retort.

 

“Why I’m afraid I’ve drawn a blank.”

 

© Mena B. 2018

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