come home for dinner

A writer writes for the same reason they breathe…

And where have I been?

Depriving myself of oxygen?

Suffocating for years.

How long has it been since my words

Bled my pens like leeches?

How does a simile taste now?

Rotten?

Or has it just fermented?

Will this be a delicious bottle of wine

that has waited for years to be uncorked

And served?

Have I starved my artist enough to ensure that she will

always come home in time for dinner?

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