Ink & Flesh

Reading helped me escape

but writing kept me sane;

anchored, grounded–

…

Each word;

eloquent and descriptive language,

singular syntax, tantalizing diction,

cliffhangers that kept me on the edge–

…

When ink strikes parchment,

emotions leak from the blank ink pen,

blending and transforming

when salty tears mix with–

…

Plain, modern walls

Fade, wallpaper chipped, ruined,

Until it dissolves completely;

Transforming and molding

To the inner landscape in my mind,

Stark walls become tall trees

And the ceiling above–

Vanishes!

A nude stratosphere,

smudged with vivid pinks and purples,

broken occasionally with strikes of lightening.

…

As a young girl,

I bloomed too early,

the righteous path to the light lost to me

and blossomed in the suckling, parasitic shadows–

…

But as my eyes open–

feasted upon a gargantuan book

bursting with wrinkled pages

filled with adventure;

and a blank notebook

who hungered for metaphysical

and tangible pain

of various depth and flavors–

…

I realized, that I was finally saved.