The Burning Nib

And so she wrote,

With smudged kohl,

And reds licked off her lips;

She wrote.

As the alcohol gushed

Through her veins

Making the starless sky

A dreamier canvas,

The lamp glowed on

As her needing pen

Engraved the pages;

Sometimes in love,

Sometimes in hatred,

Sometimes in grief,

And sometimes,

Just.

Pouring out emotions

Till her body grew numb

And her heart cold,

She wrapped others

In the warmth

Her burning nib

Gave off.

 

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