I bleed my heart out onto this page. This snow-white blank page.
Black ink and red blood.
Misery can create beauty and melancholy can capture pretty pictures.
One more unspoken word. Ink.
One more untold story. Blood.
The pressure becomes unbearable, so I open my mouth and I open my heart.
I speak ink and bleed my heart out.
Onto this snow-white blank page.
Gina Laventura © 2014
One thought on “Blood and Ink”
This is beautiful! I especially love ‘speak ink.’