Writer’s Block

I try
to write,
but all of my words are knotted up inside of me and I can’t untangle them.

Big
knots.

My anger is a knot and my loss is a knot and my memories are knots, knots, knots.
I remember you and I remember how I felt
but I can’t tie that together.

I am blood, neurons, bones, and silence.
Words stop breathing
somewhere between my brain and my heart.

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