As a poet,
Every wound you've ever given me,
I can turn into prose.
Your fury, I can turn into beauty.
My fears, I can turn into art.
Our tragedy, I can turn into artistry.
All you've ever given me,
I will turn into prose.
YOU ARE READING
Scrapbook
General FictionThis is most likely going to be a small series of shorter stories and scraps of writing or poetry or vignettes for when I can't focus on bigger projects. Sort of like a scrapbook, but for writing instead of pictures This also means that most of the...
