Shane Huey
Blood on the Page5/10/2021 I bleed all over the page
A paper cut? Nay, The blood flows from my heart Deep and bright and red… Arterial ink I put it there In black and white For all to see They judge me But they do not know They do not understand Yet they pretend to I write therefore I am Descartes misguided… He thought therefore he was Ha! But must I myself not be before I can write? Yes… I write because I am I am because I write I am…therefore my words are And they are… On the page In blood Ink the color of soul. - S. Huey
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