When my stack blows, my handwriting grows several points in all directions.
Letter Fs stand like middle fingers over the margins, enroute to the hard K.
Bloodless fingertips, white with pressure, making the nib scratch and the paper bleed.
My battle map rife with the chaotic crosshatched lines of civil war
Mixed
With sacrificial scribbles.
A cover hides the fiber-deep lacerations of fantasized ends.
Collateral damages stacked thigh-high in an oversized bin with a flapping lid slammed hard
And often.
An unkind font,
shouting uncouth words,
with underlying meanings
to underhanded people.
A frenzied game of tic tac toe, where the Xs stand victorious,
And the Os are
Overrun.
Angry writing is a great way to improve your mental health. Negativity left in the brain long enough, will fester.
