Growl

draft 1

a black notebook, covered in leather

wonder what had to die

I scratch and dig , paper under my nails

for words, for something strange

petrichor and hireath and sehnsucht

things I cant pronounce but I sure try

I try for a lot of things 

draft 2

if I find a word 

a certain one 

will my life fall back into place

grades become ok

therapy will become easy 

draft 3

paper under nails

you tilt your head with a slight question

don't ask yet

the book isn't full