There's no creativity left
I dried up the ocean inside of me
You are welcome to walk through my desert though

Tread carefully around the skeletons of creatures
I once breathed life into
Watch out for the freed villains who roam the plains
The villains have turned ravenous
In the dry, unforgiving heat

So, reader, explore my desert
if you dare
but don't say I never warned you

-the ocean evaporated into an inescapable desert

My creativity feels dead