Take this pen that is my hands
and disassemble its pieces
with my thoughts.
Tug on the strings to my heart
and we shall let the ink from inside pour.
and pour.
Out onto a page that was once blank
but now covered in ink
as I bleed out.
So that when I have finally drained
Our picture will be painted perfect.
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 2:48 AM UTC
Take this pen that is my hands
and disassemble its pieces
with my thoughts.
Tug on the strings to my heart
and we shall let the ink from inside pour.
and pour.
Out onto a page that was once blank
but now covered in ink
as I bleed out.
So that when I have finally drained
Our picture will be painted perfect.