Creative Writing

She closes her eyes and begins to write the words of her story into her skin; plot thickens; affixiated with self- mutilation So she watches as her veins cry dripping red tear stains all over her sheets & only then can she see and feel her words coming to life Smiles even though its been awhile; Something about the pain makes it all seem so surreal and in the end.. bittersweet Eyes enclosed with barren tear ducts; and pursed lips The only words uttered are between her hand & razor as she carves her masterpiece Her skin screams with each stroke but her pain tolerance holds her rationale hostage allowing her to keep writing; and in time everyone will read her story without ever hearing her speak Creative writing is stained on her sheets