A Line
a line
a line
what is a line?
a few frivolous
poisonous
words spewing from my mouth
or an imagined yet uncanny object
for my uncouth mind to fly over.
the quill is mightier than the sword
for I dip it in my own blood
to write my heart’s
deepest
darkest
desires
like embers burning in a fire
and then i sell them,
to you,
my loyal liars.
