I'm taking a rest day from writing.
Really, and it's not Saturday either.
My creative juices are spilling on the floor,
a stain is spreading across the non-existent carpet.
The dog is flopped onto the wood floor,
it's cool in this heat.
I'm too hot to write, the braid is falling out my hair.
my socks are dirty and there's a wine stain on my T-shirt.
I'm not writing today, I need a rest,