Every Time I Write, I Bleed You

There’s nothing I can do

I’ve tried different pens Varied the colors of the ink Changed the style of the words Hoping they’d appear different Somehow I would figure out a trick

Every time my fingers prepared to write Your face continued to come through And all my brain could do was Gush out tiny letters That bled through my fingertips Reliving moments that I shared with you

All of my efforts have been useless I’ve given up and finally succumbed Your love still courses through my veins Even in the sweat beads in my palms

There’s nothing that I can do I am helpless Every-time I write I continue to bleed you

Thank you for reading and special thanks to Diana C. for her spooktober week 3 prompt every time I write, I bleed you. You can read more about the prompts in this issue below.

I am playing this game with Brown Boi and Hamsalekha. This is piece №21 and day 16/30.

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