a/n: Consequences will be paid.

Blank page
staring right back up at me.
Idly write the date
2-4-08
in the top corner,
but from there,
nowhere to go.
Nothing to write.
Debating, so (inwardly)
frustrated;
should I write what I want,
or bullshit my way through it again?
Puckering brow,
brooding eyes,
chewing my lip,
chewing my pen
(stop doing that,
it's bad for your braces
a voice in my head nags).
Nothing to write.
So unsure; so
anxious.
Emotions running high,
nowhere to go.
Knowing it won't be enough,
I want to write it.
I don't have anything.
(Fragment of thought:
shoulder to shoulder,
her fingers wrapped around the lid of a bottle,
the other's hands swaying slightly at her sides.
Down the hall,
alone.
Without me.
Not me.
Hurt.hurt.hurt. by what shouldn't hurt. )
Should I be so bold as to post this?
Consequences will be paid.
But I have
nowhere (else) to go.

a/n: Formatting note - the lines after "Fragment of thought:" ("shoulder to shoulder," etc.) to the end parenthese should be in squiggly brackets.