Two years
Of stabbing myself
With a pen
Is what it took
To bleed ink
Onto the page
Instead of blood
Two years
Of stabbing myself
With a pen
Is what it took
To bleed ink
Onto the page
Instead of blood
so what? not everything has to make sense!
Flying Blind
It's an uncertain life!
be your own secret society
Poetry, Asian American Culture, Feminism, Spirituality, Politics, Memoir
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Fiction Author
This one first grabs you, then gut punches you. Great poem!
Thanks so much!