Cup of Thoughts

As the warmth of her caffeine-filled start caresses the colour of her lips, the thoughts pour out from her feather-like tips.
As deeply-gathered memories surface to appear on blank mutated manmade birch, her voice releases from her uncontained words.
The rushing sensation, caused in her brain; similar to the sound of letters frantically throbbing from a prehistorically existing typewriter. The liquid turns cold, the pen uncontrolled. Jotting drips from her cup of overflowing ink, she chillingly discharges every drop that she thinks.

Published by notapeepbutlotsofpaper

A silent voice with lots to say. I speak with pens to stay away.

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