the unquenchable well

when you run low

on things to write about,

the various mundane

events

of broken laces

and popped buttons, 

coffee spills,

and work,

you cut a vein

and return to the unquenchable

source of pain

and misery

that another person

brought into your life.

(insert laughter at this point)

it's a deep well.

and strangely fun too.

what didn't kill you 

has made you stronger, as

the cliche goes.

it's so easy to fill the pen

with that ink,

and go at it once more.

although,

i'm past it now and wish

her well, sort of.