#005 i write until i cry

my pen,

strangled by trembling fingers,

bleeds out black ink

and spells out my grief,

which cannot be erased,

or smothered.

my words bloom into flowers

as my tears hit the page.

i thought / [his touch] was yours.

i come 'cause like you / and forever like you / i'm addicted to poison, too.

losing her voice / to someone who left / is like shouting into the void.

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