Write me a poem and
Carve it into my bones
Speak your words into my head and through my veins
You run through me
You power every cell in my body with those beautiful words you use when you speak to me
Your words go through my ears
Into my head
And displayed across my eyelids
I see them and think them and live them everyday
YOU ARE READING
storms and blood
Poetrythe death of which is unknown -figured out between the lines of within these pages
