In my blood

I don’t know what I want

I don’t know what I’m doing

All I know is I have words inside me

Words that are straining to be free

To litter the page in front of me

Ink spattering the paper like blood

Because I believe if I put enough of me into my words

I can extend my life

I can give it meaning

Once more

But when the words stop flowing

A blood clot

Cutting my soul off from me

But my heart keeps trying

Keeps pumping

Trying valiantly to keep me alive

But I’m empty of my words

My stories

Me

And I can’t stretch my life any further

Any more

~ Miss Misfit x

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