30 Day Poetry Challenge: Day 16

so I want to be a writer

now that’s it’s bursting out of me

where do I go from here?

what’s left after it bleeds from my

heart, fingers, and lips?

what if there are no words?

if they haven’t yet been created

if the words burrow deeper

to escape the sun’s burn

if survival depends on forgetting

in a game that rewards permanence