Ink nor pencil,
write these stories,
upon my skin.
Writing on arms,
a blade... my weapon of choice.
Each scar tells a story,
a tale, a battle.
Whether of love or pain,
it's all the same.
The blood pours just the same way.
The pain travels just as deep,
and I die just as much.
~*~ Jill ~*~
your poetry is really good. It's so simple yet powerful. I wish my stuff was this "direct" and concise. I envy your poetry. Do you revise and choose your words very carefully or just let it flow??