Opening a vein

The voices in my head, pounding against my skull, jockey with each other to break free. Relentless in their onslaught, I can only quiet them by surrendering, bleeding them out through my pen.

For this weekend’s Trifextra, challenge… “in honor of (National Novel Writing Month and) all of the writers throwing rationality (and perhaps sanity) to the wind and writing til their fingers bleed, we’re asking for exactly 33 words about why we write.”