cover the letters in black ink,
place them in between the pages of a notebook
with scribbling notes and drabbles
to sketch away
the turmoil and despair.
i know that it may scar them
but at least they will bleed
without feeling the thorns and its pricks.
draw flowers on this empty canvas
for all of them
shall live.
YOU ARE READING
intricate skies
Poetrysaltwater splattered on these blank pages while she still bleeds.
