i’ll type this entire piece in red
because
i’m writing
this piece
in red
stolen blood bled upon these pages
like
something contagious
my words cough and the rhymes begin to spread
the lines begin to bob the heads and
i’m led to believe
all
is well
and i’ll
write it
and
type it in red
thoughts scattered
running amok
spilling ridiculously across the length of my book
looking for a way to release
a way to repeat physically
what i see in my psyche
side note… my scribble’s’ quit sloppy
but i
write this
in red
and i’ll
type this
in red
and it
feels amazingly awesome to get this randomness out of my head
i am inspired
i am
fired up and ready to inch my way out of that place where
the word to thought ratio had me stressed and displaced
separated from my writes
in utter disgrace
i’m writing in red
will type it in red
these are my writes
written to be read
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i stole my daughter’s red inkpen and gave myself 5 minutes to come up with something.
voila!
i’m tryna get the hang of the formatting here. it’s all wacky :/ lol
