Ink & Blood

Saanvi Tatipalli, Staff Writer

My heart is bleeding

Putrid black ink

All over the pages

Which used to be 

A pearly, plain white

Now marked with life

And glittered with stories

Revealing agony

Mixed with love

But lined with joy

And raging with passion

 

As my heart bleeds

Onto the papers

In pretty black ink

Only for my blood

To be taken by another

Who breathes in the paper

Eyes skimming it like meat

But my blood will last

I can only hope

That my blood will make

A lasting impact