A wordsmith’s drought

Drought by Katie Tegtmeyer

Coagulated rain

On barren skin,

Vindictive in its glare;

Lips tethered to a silent scream —

A wordsmith’s drought

Seeks refuge in dispair.

Accursed the hand

That withers in the lie 

Of dreams unwrit,

And wields the anodine

To shield unfound

Its self-conceit. 

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