I write until my fingers bleed
onto tear-drop stained paper,
until the imprint of pen against flesh
leaves calluses on my hands.
An open wound laid bare to the world
I write to manage the pain.
Like a caged bird set free,
I write until I feel something other than this-
something other than darkness,
something other than numbness,
A feeling of nothing, intensely
that seeps into the deepest parts of me-
I write until I feel something
that resembles the