Bamboo Shoots Submission for Bamboo Shoots Writing Contest Prompts for July
Mosquito Bites
SOMETIMES, I get “The Itch”.
“The Itch” to make art.
But most times I ignore that itch.
There’s nothing to come of it, “the art”.
But it’s like mosquito bites, and eventually they start talking to me. Imagine a mosquito bite talking to you, splitting in half and developing a mouth. There’s a reason itch rhymes with a certain word.
It says to shut up and draw. Shut up and write. Shut up and put your foot on that damn wheel and make a goddamned bowl with eyes on it.
Write and edit and re-edit until it’s a near perfect portrait of what’s in my head.
Even when it’s not perfect it’s still exactly how it was meant to be.
And eventually the buggah gets to me,
Shut up, write.
Make those stupid songs that no one will ever hear on that guitar none of your friends know you have.
Hello! I like this little piece a lot! It reminds me that I just need to let go and do sometihng creative when pulled to create. For me. It doesn’t have to be anything seen. To “make a goddamned bowl with eyes on it.”