It's often in dreams
that the ideas for stories come to me
they come out of nowhere
or possibly dinner
and weave themselves into being
A mutated form of rabies
and a pieced together family
A girl who changes
but doesn't know it
Some of them happen over and over
until I know the plot by heart
others are just glimpsed,
and require hours or labor
pouring details and love into the characters
Most spin out of control
burning so hot with their own life
It's hard for me to find the right words
and they end up rattling around my head
never getting read
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