I am linking today’s poem to d’Verse Poets challenge of writing a quadrille (44 word poem) using some variation of the word quick.  I am also sharing at Real Toads for the Tuesday Platform.  An alternate title might be “staff meeting.”

silent screams
echo in my mind
over and over and
around and around–
the same stale
arguments rape my soul
until I feel the quickening
of stagnant creativity
within my wounded womb,
growing, kicking to escape
its bodily confines
until it explodes,
birthing greatness.