Submission
There is this terrifying place:
somewhere
between the creation of a thing
and
it’s inevitable arrival
in the real world.
Falling from the sky
stomach in mouth
trying to track your twisting mind towards a water landing,
hoping no sharks wait to greet your soft offering.
Nothing to be done now;
it is out
and delivered
on a silver platter
offered to
Judge&Jury
knee bent
head bowed
waiting
for
word
of
acceptance
or
rejection
Meanwhile-
falling,
stomach in mouth
hurtling down
the timeless distance
while
I
wait…
Word Ninja Girl 