Writer’s Stains

I look up, down, and all around.

My skull cracks open

and forms a crown.

Pieces of bone sticking up through the air.

Trails of blood mingling with my hair.

My thoughts spill out,

now they’re everywhere.

Coloring the world

without a care.

Onlookers notice I’ve got a flare

for writing you see

I’m a writer indeed.

It’s as simple as sitting down to a page and starting to bleed.

I smear myself all across the screen

and use the color from my broken heart to stain everything.

Everything I touch

and everywhere I’ve been

is just a blank canvas

for me to begin filling in.

My minds been screwed open

and unhinged so now

I stick out a little bit

From the seamless crowd

my head is creating its own bloody crown.

Because I’m queen of the world

that I’m creating for myself.

I can’t handle reality

so, I write something else.

I’m merging the real world and mine

one piece of my soul at a time.

Because that’s what real writers do

when they start to rhyme.

It’s as simple as sitting down to the computer

And bleeding a stain that’ll last through time.


Published by E. Lexi Abbott

A free spirit and a wild soul. I am a writer who is seeking the inspiration found in the crannies and nooks of life. My goal is to combine the world in my head with the world around me one page at a time.

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