Essay

I am an essay. I am a delicately carved, yet actively changing piece of work. Hours I spend carefully synthesizing ideas to create a perfect blend. I need help. I need peer edits, except that those are not enough. My author carefully ties strings from sentence to sentence, but sometimes the concept spider web isn’t connected in such a way as to capture an audience. Others try to erase what my author has written, but she has written in permanent marker. The ink sinks deeply into the fibers, clutched and held dearly, never to be taken away so long as the paper is not torn or shredded.