• Hannah Flowers

grasping at straws

trying to find the words

anything, in any language,

that could possibly do you justice.

an impossible feat

writer's block returns to me

flabbergasted, swallowed whole

by this feeling without descriptor.

though i’ve written

about a similar emotion

nothing i’ve ever touched

could dream to measure up.

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