When The Muse Spits Blood – A Poem By Carol J Forrester

These gums are splinter strewn with pencil shardsfrom musing on ideas,chewing the fat,picking bones from the meat of a thoughtuntil it sits on the page just rightstripped to sinew,muscles drawn tightpure powerin a few dangerous words.

When The Muse Spits Blood – A Poem By Carol J Forrester