30 Day Poetry Challenge: Day 16
so I want to be a writer
now that’s it’s bursting out of me
where do I go from here?
what’s left after it bleeds from my
heart, fingers, and lips?
what if there are no words?
if they haven’t yet been created
if the words burrow deeper
to escape the sun’s burn
if survival depends on forgetting
in a game that rewards permanence