THIS IS NOT WRITING

This is not writing 

No! this is not writing. 

This words are 

Tears written in ink

Every word is a tear

Drop of a broken soul.

No! This is not writing. 

This is the tale of a 

Thousand souls. 

Used and left for dead.

No! This is not writing.

This is the gospel of the haunted.

The ones whose only sin 

Is what was planted on their chests

And a pathway that "causes men to sin"

No!  This is not writing. 

The daughters of Eve are 

Tired, they bleed.

This pain has gone from 

Just the pink days to the days that have day in them. 

No! This is not writing.

Writing would be to tell

Lies from the top of my 

Head, it would be to filter the truth. 

This truth cannot be filtered.

No! writing doesn't hurt like this. 

This is pain that words 

On ink cannot fully paint. 

Today, I am not an 

Artists swishing my brush around and trying 

To paint a picture. 

No. 

This is not writing, 

This is not the work of an artiste. 

This is a broken soul bleeding on an already 

Wrecked artwork.

No! Today, I am not 

A writer, today I am

One of the thousands 

In the statistics of 

Flowers that withered before they were able to bloom.

No! It's not writing 

This is my pain in ink. 

#Fear

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