Think in capitals.

Think in bold.

Hands on the pages.

Tuck me in and I’ll feel in italics

Pull me out of the scribble you can’t see

When you touch me I’m a darker pen

riding this black to the end of the line

We are magnets and

I can’t see my field until you’re in view

and the words call out of me like

I can’t even sing them like

bold is all I’ll ever be.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 8/11/19

From 300 writing prompts

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allets's picture

hey lady

300 prompts/where can i find them - love this writing - slc