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Pestilence of Words

Words, like crickets, leap from my mind –th-1
chirping pests whose trajectory eludes
my dulled reflexes, scuttling around the
periphery of my awareness.

th-2Harmless, really, in the singular; a cacophony in multitudes threatening to multiply further and rob me of this semblance of sanity.

I must intuit their rhythm, define the notes in workable phrases, capture the essence of their meanings and inscribe the message before they disappear again.




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V.J. Knutson

Writer, avid reader, former educator, and proud grandmother, currently experiencing life through the lens of ME/CFS. Words are, and always have been, a lifeline. Some of the best adventures, I'm discovering, take place in the imagination.

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