Haiku #171

Hair wound in a loose
Knot, Velvet picked the red
Polish from her nails.

Dark blue ink spilled from
The pen lodged in the corner
Of her mouth to her

Chin. “This essay won’t
Write itself,” she sighed. Closed book,
Stood up, walked away.

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