COULD NOT
HAVE IMAGINED

he wrote in secret
he wrote to himself

his words
were words
but they also
were
loneliness
bled into
the page

he imagined others’ lives
he imagined another life
in a parallel universe, he
wrote,
I have already written this novel
have forgotten the Hell
of the writing process

there were no more words that evening
so he filled up the screen
with emojis
the ones with hearts and kisses
made him feel distinctly unwell

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