Dark circles under her eyes
She waits
Inspiration does not come

Sleeplessness, a drug
A narcotic, an unfilter
No words make themselves known

Warm sweaters and blankets
Knees snug against her chest
Warmth stays far away

Papers pile up high
Unstable stacks, unstable girl
What of leisure time?

Blue light streaming
Background noise,
Soundtrack to nothing at all

Empty page, full minded
Nothing spills over.
No trickle down, no nothing.

Somehow, it's everything.