bleeding words


andrea-gibson

we are poets

heroes

of the abandoned words

knights

in shining armer

riding a dying horse

flies

in a room full of spiders

caterpillars

that work an entire life

to be butterflies for a day.

dreamers 

in a place where dreaming

is considered fog

in front of a speeding car.

we are writers

bleeding words

on pages that are always empty.

writing.

until our blood becomes ink

and our fingers become pen.

writing

until the simple act

of moving a pen

becomes breathing.

-Andrea Gibson-

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