Writing Breathes

For writing to live, it needs to breathe.
Not with lungs nor a beating heart. Not with an oxygenated blood supply
Or pulsing veins or pumping ventricles.
It doesn’t need fresh air or comfort or conversation
Or vitamins or minerals or television or potassium.
It needs to breathe.

Pristine paper, white and clean should not exist.
Does not exist.

Only the battered and weathered notes
Marked with ink or graphite
Guests to unrelenting eyes “Sauroning”
Every word
And full stop
Wear the scars of an aspiring writer.
A brave writer.
No athlete wins gold in their living room.

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