writing prompt

the cowbells have given me a fever

the pages of my story are soaked

with possible         blood from my hands

the rain rinses     memoredical   choked    thoughts of the crooning mood

these are double standard 3 starred princes of the blade

one another had fathers that paid the maid

memoredical             is not even a word         in case

you had not yet come to figure             it out

things happen between some last moments and the

time before after which the first can’t pass yet

that which sits on it     the feeling in the stomach

you cant put into words             it  was      something

i was just              thinking about