Glass pen

Tue, 10/23/2018 - 13:33 -- Alaysia


17 ridge run dr
United States

I couldn’t use a glass pen

For it would break

From the pressure I place

All the words and mistakes

It would break


The fractures that I am

There’s not enough hot sand

To put me back together again

I would break


And that glass pen would take my place

Holding my stories with it’s clearity

I could not fake

That glass pen


Fragile to the touch

Yet precise enough to kill you

But through the inked in words

It will heal you.


I could not use a glass pen

For I don’t know where it begins

And my blacking thoughts end

And for it is I and I am it


Glass pen

-Alaysia Williams


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