I will not fret,
the ink ran through my veins,
thicker than blood.
the inferno of words
came onto my skin like tattoos.
my skin was whiter than paper,
and thinner than plastic.
it held all insecurities i had,
for when i wrote,
they would disappear,
and I would only be left
with the unforgiving words,
rather characters,
my mind has conquered.
YOU ARE READING
To The World
Şiir"the inferno of words would be my demise if i did not express them." #501 in poetry #640 in poetry #689 in poetry #692 in poetry
