Clutter

Where are those

damned words

they hide from me

 like skittish cats

newly nipped and neutered

not trusting

I mean them no harm

I search for them

under the bed 

lurking behind 

dust puffs

and forgotten socks

I pull open drawers

toss all my emotional 

underpinnings

onto the floor

only to see a word or two

scamper away

their vapors rising

towards the cracked plaster ceiling

leaving me

all alone

in this humid haunted hovel

Camp NaNoWriMo  Day 8

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