A New Writer's Block

I can't write.
My hand cramps,

I'm not holding a pencil.

Maybe it's still lying half way across the room.
(where I threw it no less than an hour ago)

Oh well.

There's something here
Substantial.
Blocking the flow of words.
If they don't escape,
they putrify,
sickening me.
They have to escape
in order for me to escape.

But this block.
It's something stuck in my throat.
If I can't speak what I want to write,
my hand refuses to move.

Maybe this block is
inhibition
jammed down my throat.

Unfortunate.
I think.