Send? Or Delete?

The malformed

Ill-equipped 

Denizens of my 

Drafts folder 

Lie there 

Languishing 

In no man’s land 

…dejected

Nervous

Mute

Wanton

Vulnerable

Awaiting 

The elusive muse

To smoothen 

Their 

Creases, 

Bevel 

Their edges 

And breathe 

Order 

Into them 

Craving the 

Sensuous touch 

Of 

The curser

To caress them,

Resuscitate 

Them, 

Resurrect them

Waiting for the 

Send button 

To escort them 

To the 

Salvation 

Of 

The outbox 

Or.....the 

Bowels of the 

Trash bin 

Give us liberty, 

Or give us death.