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Jessie
Poems
Dec 2010
Until the Inkwell ran dry
--I can't really tell you when it happened--
each day is just a blur--
maybe it was yesterday
or the day before
or the day before
or the day before...
that Voice--
that Thing--
bound
around
my wrist
a string
and
dragged me
(--
screaming,fighting,writhing,clawing
--)
into a darkness
where he stabbed
my brain with
my very own
writing pen.
unwritten words
poured out and evaporated,
floating into the
emptiness in which
echoed the Thing's
laughter.
my arm reached up--
without control--
and pulled the pen
out from my skull--
with blood as ink I
tattooed the air--
while the monstrous Thing
tugged at my hair--
my soul hung from a distance-
hanging from the sky--
with every word that I wrote,
I heard her let out a cry--
YES!!
SCREAM FOR ME!!
SCREAM!!
YOU'RE MINE
AND
ALWAYS
WILL
BE
It kept me writing Its poem all through the night,
until It had no more words left to drip from my hand--
until the inkwell ran dry.
meh
Written by
Jessie
a burning bridge
(a burning bridge)
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