by Cathryn Windin

Created on: March 15, 2010

I Bleed Ink

My pen connects

With paper white

As blood runs out,

As black as night.

You see, my blood-

My life runs here.

I bleed ink,

But never fear.

I am a person,

Healthy and well.

It's just that in place of breath,

Words expel

From my mouth,

Forming these things that I need.

Those stories, those poems,

That ink that I bleed.

No one believes me,

But look and you'll see!

This pen, that paper-

It's all part of me.

I imprint myself here

So you'll never forget

Those stories, those poems,

That ink that I let

Run onto the paper,

As black as night,

My blood forming words

On paper white

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