writing about places
picturing what it's like despite the mazes
thinking
always thinking
not even considering
the feelings poured on paper
spilling
they are spilling
words in a bubble, scribbling
for she still hasn't been pouring
everything out
when she is writing
thinking, it lacks something
what it is, she's wondering
is it to color the words
or to open the bottle up
for the red ink to resurface in black
YOU ARE READING
intricate skies
Poetrysaltwater splattered on these blank pages while she still bleeds.
