Tonight

Tue, 07/10/2018 - 14:19 -- aml2003

tonight i put down the razor

and picked up a ballpoint pen

i learned to etch my pain onto paper

instead of engraving the words into my skin

i will write in letters of black ink

not in thin scores thick with rivers run red

because on this night i found my voice

in the lines of my poetry

and i no longer need

the little lines of crimson to show the world

i've lost my color

 

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