Key

I rise with her rays

I sip my slow-drip fuel

As I wrestle with plot and imagination

Characters bleed through the screen

And hop from key to key

Stretching their mind-born limbs

Crafting their story.

We chat over more slow-drip

Debating the next chapter

And they’re always right.

I return to the keys.

The key is to return

To continue clicking those keys.