Writer's Block

He lived on a diet of coca cola
And skittles

He called himself a vampire
The writer

Bags under his eyes, grey against
The blood-shot pink
He did not sleep

Stories whirring in his head
Colliding with exploding dervishes

But worse
The writer’s block

Pens chewed to the wick
Hair ripped out, brains wracked

And his victim, the computer
Defenestrated

16/07/2013
SJ Menary