The pen is such an abusive tool

it demands so much of me

all my attention

and my cognitive thought

It’s a snake!

and it slithers out of my hand,

scares my half to death,

yet I continue to go back to get bitten.

The poison, it fills my veins:

Instoxicating

Hallucinating

It’s scary but I keep wrting

because not writing is even more scary

and I would rather hold the snake

then let it slither away and hurt

somebody else.