Writing, I chose a word and re-choose, over and over.
Its spelling, meaning, intention……..derivation……..critical.
I want the one word that will feed you the epic battle,
let you taste blood and fire and heartache.
I am more careless when I speak words.
Toss them at you like pebbles into streams,
as if they’ll only skip across the surface.
How frightening to see ashes on the sheets, smoke rising.
Words ©2015, Jen Payne