The Rush

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Her legs tangle,
her back tenses,
she sits at the edge
of her seat
as words glow through her to the
tingling
of the tips of her toes.
She listens intently to the
excitement
of her pencil
skidding
across the page.
Her heartbeat
intensifies
as the climax
reaches it’s peak,
furious strokes of lead
smudge
as her hand
careens
over them.
A closing line ends the
experience.
But the
exhilaration
of pure poetic genius
still lingers.





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