Spellbound G


She noticed light
it made her want to take flight.
His words were more
than short stories,
R.M. Drake's micro-narratives
silenced all of her worries.
She was spellbound by his
rawness.
It made her bleed ink
to a notepad of paper,
then she made them caress.
Writing is painfully
freeing to her,
she feels
covered yet naked, and
just so
unbelievably unsure.

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