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Petals of Ink Instead of Tears

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Parts 12
Time 11m

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For it is better to bleed on paper,
Than bleed on the ground.
For it is better to weep on paper,
Than weep on the ground.
For it is better to shout on paper,
Than shout on the ground.



Your weapon is a sword, 
Mine is a pen.
Your shield is of metal,
Mine is of a tree. 
Your battles are ancient,
Mine are older than humanity itself.
Your victory is blood on your hands,
Mine is ink on the paper.











Cover art is mine, done with Chinese ink and watercolor, on paper.All Rights Reserved

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MELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips. SOON TO BE A PUBLISHED PAPERBACK. COMING 2025! This melancholy drips from my fingertips so slowly, you begin to forget I even exist. All of me, the hard parts of flesh you could never seem to love, drips down the drain. I am waiting for the day for your fingers to unscrew the pipes, dig through debris and mess, scrape your heart against the rust, just to find me, so we can go through it all over again. Here, in the pages I find myself, in the ink that writes against my flesh, I will whisper the sadness, the heartache, and the decaying for all of the unspoken. Perhaps under this layer of melancholy, the girl I once knew still exists.    First poetry collection in the series. Original poems based off real life experiences. #12 in poetry. Cover template made by @KaleidoGraphix on Canva. 𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒚 copyright © May Garner. 2017. All Rights Reserved.