Extract
Extract
The written word has long been a space for my soul to-
Unleash the emotions that had no other medium to flow through.
Thoughts keep slipping out of my mind into my ink well.
Splash goes the medium and it splatters where the words fell.
Pieces of my soul withdrawn, stitched together like a Monster’s corpse-
Released into a void page, before it consumes me or does something worse.
My ink is Emo, it just keeps bleeding-
My pen is vampiric, it just keeps feeding.
Veins feed my pen, in place of an ink well-
Word is my lab- storing Petri dishes of my own Hell.
KTupua December 2023