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


And I can’t stretch my life any further

Any more

~ Miss Misfit x

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