Awful Writing

Music - Franz Liszt: 3 Concert Etudes S.144, R5 I read some of my old writing It was awful It was in a green duffel bag which hadn't been unzipped for 20 years The other night, I found it again. As soon as I saw the striped blue book cover I knew what to expect and braced myself... I opened the book and the words flew out from the page at my face like bats They tried to scratch my eyes out get inside my mouth and re-form themselves The struggle left me exhausted with blood dripping down my cheek So I tore the book to pieces and screwed up the pages and poured lighter fluid on them in a metal bin Ready to set it all ablaze, something changed my mind A split-second decision to save something, even just a couple of lines But as I reached down to grab the papers the top of the lighter made contact with the edge of the bin Something sparked The whole thing ignited and my arm was on fire Eventually, I managed to pat it out with the curtain and the bin was still on fire and that awful writing was gone