Thoughts form in my head
Perfected
Neat
Unscathed
Until . . .
My mouth opens
My tongue flip-flops
Words reform
Tilting inside each other
Melting
Into a demented figure
Then a volcano erupts
From my inner
I scream
I cry
I shout
But the pen touches my fingertips
Quieting the beast in me
“Bleed me”
It whispers
I did
The pen bled my pain
It bled my deepest thoughts
Seemingly only ink cures
My dyslexia
~
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 11:46 PM UTC
Thoughts form in my head
Perfected
Neat
Unscathed
Until . . .
My mouth opens
My tongue flip-flops
Words reform
Tilting inside each other
Melting
Into a demented figure
Then a volcano erupts
From my inner
I scream
I cry
I shout
But the pen touches my fingertips
Quieting the beast in me
“Bleed me”
It whispers
I did
The pen bled my pain
It bled my deepest thoughts
Seemingly only ink cures
My dyslexia
~
