Washed Away

I begin to abuse its mothership
I smash
And I hit
The words begin to pour out
And my anger is washed away
But, I re-examine it and am pleased.
With the click of a button,
It flies to the other side of the room.
When I get there,
I lift it.
It cringes
But,
I force it to straighten up.
I smile
and realize
that it may just be
my best piece of writing yet.





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