Ink
By SilverWolf13
Blood drips from her wounds, Pooling on an empty page the blood -- became ink. Writing stories which tell of immense pain, and total annihilation. the words form even though she doesn't write. She can feel the pain pouring onto the page through her blood and her tears. The more words form the more relieved she feels, but when the wounds begin to heal, she panics over the loss of her words and her emotions. So she cuts her arm and as it drips onto the page, the blood becomes ink.I heard a comment somewhere about how a writer sometimes struggles so much with his/her life that their own blood is infused within their ink...well this is my take on that - Written January 30th, 2002 © on Jan 30 2002 02:02 PM PST 0 • 1
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"Blood drips from her wounds, ..."