• Ink For Blood

    The blood spills out of my heart,
    Pours down onto the page,
    Forming the words of my feelings.
    The ink blood pooling and twisting into letters of meaning full words,
    The feelings erupting from my soul,
    Creeping and sliding, driping into the very mesh of the paper.
    Soaking in, melding with the paper with a massive hunger,
    Wanting and needing to be heard, to be read.
    This liquidness of my soul,
    The thoughts of my head molding into maliable sentences of worth.
    The silk ink smooth across the paper,
    A sense of belonging,
    A chance to be known.