papercuts and pencil shavings.
How many pages is this going to last?
How many chapters am I going to have to endure,
How many times am I going to change pens and keep scrawling, or sharpen the pencil until there’s nothing left?
How long is this going to last,
I’m running out of paper; flowing onto any surface it can find.
My desk
My walls
My ceiling
The bedposts
Cocooning me inside.
How long is this going to last and how many more chapter am I going to have to endure,
Because this one room flat is running out of surfaces.
