With words that flow from an extension
of me
of blue and black ink
stains on my fingers
every loop every letter
it carves a record on page
each stroke opens wounds
delicately stitched now spews out
beautiful red ribbons
blood runs thicker —
thicker than water —
between the lines
it stains
blurred out by drops of tears
each one melts off like rain
pooling in the crevices of cuts
sliced open by the pen
this mixture of red and
sparkling concoction
stings,
         hurts,
                and heals.