Trust Me, Said the Spider to the Fly
You invite me in
Things on your desk, left as gifts
Your lure does not work
You know the type, they leave things on their desk as an enticement. "Come in and talk," they seem to be saying, but really they just want to wrap you up in silken strands of doom while they inject you with some sort of organ liquifier. I'll take a zero on that.
Today was really the first day that I didn't have anything ready to go for this writing business. So far it's come pretty easily, but of course not everything I type is a true gem. Mostly it's silliness with an occasional gorgeous phrase that makes me really happy. But it keeps me writing and that's what this is all about. If I don't write, I am not a writer.
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