Pen,Paper,Ink,My trinity,Slash,Seductress… When anger,Sorrow,Lust,Or Love rises,I'm swayed,In ways I cannot define,To stroke my quil in mind,From left to right,And strike,A point,As I conclude a sentence… I'm breathless,Reciting poems inciting death wishes,Yearning for a rebirth warranted,By my need to change…Thoughts,Were littered by lies pathological,It was only right I decided on rewriting them,And circle back to Truth…... Continue Reading →