I sign my name to each tragedy that streams incessantly
I pour the lines with traces of blood
Crimson hues staining my paper
I sign my name to the work reflecting my shame
My guilt
My unproductiveness
And try to gaze more deeply into the abyss that is my mind
I try to dispense the trash that heaps and swells to great heights
Framing the walls I do not dare to climb
For the fear of falling
I sign my name with red velvet petals that wither too quickily
In such short time
Displaying my pain as if it held beauty
As if it were a crime