I’ve always said
words are all
I have
My only talent,
my ability to
bend
them, crafting
something to
show the
parts of my
soul
that would see
no light
otherwise

The words
flow
through my veins,
drumming in my
ears and nearly
driving me
mad
building up
and washing
over me like a tidal wave

And the only
way I
know
to keep from
drowning
is to open
a vein and
bleed
onto the
page