Pencil streaking papers
With graphite
But it feels like lead
Because of the strain it puts on my
hand
Dragging down my wrist
Forcing the tip against the paper
Forcing out words I don’t want to write
No
No
No
False apologies and words that describe
a sadness I do not feel
A lie
I lie
I am lying but I don’t want to
I am being forced to lie by the weight
of the pencil scratching itself out onto the crisp white
Destroying the crisp white the way
these words will destroy me
No
No
No
It’s not my fault.
It’s not my fault.
10/22/2013
Riley Welch
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