Hurts her being as she forces her existence into paraphrased lines, trying to make sense of the life she’s been conned into living.
a missed capital letter. for the distant father figure to her paragraphed life
a full. stop. on her body to show where this type of love began and where the other stopped. the pen, a loving hand that taught her caring can be shown in many ways.
the semicolon; never truly wanting to end her bittersweet sentence; but continuing the farce drenched in the artistic and petalled adjectives she was taught to use; forced to take.
“A good writer has many experiences that inspire their writing”
She dry swallows the writer’s block and awaits the next nightly workshop to fuel the inspiration that will end her fragile poem.