Each day I put my ink to bleed
I count down to the moment
When, maybe you’ll see
That every word my paper breathes
Craves the closure only you can bring
Look, maybe now you’ll see
We bleed for you
We stain for you
Listen, maybe you’ll now hear
You’re the very thought that overflows.


© The Short Black Girl, 2015.


8 thoughts on “Bleed.

  1. Aw! This does tug at my heartstrings! A weeping and bleeding pair of a heart and pen! Your use of imagery’s fantastic and that illustration up there brings it all together….a hot bloodied but absolutely fine chaotic mess! A beautiful disaster! 😄😆

    You go sparkly, your compositions are nothing to sneeze at and that muse of yours best be on his/her best behavior or he/she will have to answer to moi! Making you bleed like that?! Hmf! 😈😅

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