Writing to Evoke Emotion

~ Writing to Evoke Emotion ~

Hand hovers, hesitates, a shadow on the pale paper below

Then dives, a reckless raven into hidden holes, hollows

dipping

ink congealing into creation

Words turn into serrated black claws ripping their way across the white page

dark moments

exhausting the pen

black blood of emotion

I should be afraid to write them - but my will is to pull

your heart out and show you it beating, dripping, in my pale palm

So you may see it

feel it

perceive the pain

that I write

My only real fear is that you won't.

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