Penned across the page,
ink pulsing
from one letter to the next
in a cursive script that comes from my core
oozing over the lines meant to hem it in
absorbing into the depths of the page
the fibers trembling
taking on this bruise
the satisfying crimson deepening within flesh
the only way to capture the outpour
to withhold the gore
and still express the rupture
to explain the hurt
found in the heart