I pull
out
of
the closet
art 
supplies
and
the urge

growing
flooding
mandalas 
on the floor
the muse
gets
juicy
always
wanting
more

I breathe in
the smell

of
rain soaked 
tar
and
turpentine

NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2018 - Day 19

Based on the prompt erase words from a paragraph to create a poem