Iffy


..and then I didn’t feel like writing
it was dark in my soul and so I
popped out an eye to let a little
light in,
still didn’t feel like writing.

and the blood congealing felt
like a healing hand
and
the hand pushed me on
and the feeling of not wanting to write
had gone
leaving only an inkblot where an eye
used to see.

© 2020, John Smallshaw.