I bled to death
yesterday
but now,
I’m fine.
let me rinse
my soul
with endless stream
of frosty spirits
and
remove
all the
telltale signs.
I bled to death
yesterday
but now,
I’m fine.
let me rinse
my soul
with endless stream
of frosty spirits
and
remove
all the
telltale signs.
Don’t be paperweights
holding down
loose leaves
of your scribbles,
grab,
and release them
in the wind.
They may not hold secrets
deep enough, you believe,
worth our time
but
if the sheets
scatter
inquisitive eyes might
catch a glimpse of
your ink blots on each page
and pass on your
courageous tale.