Why I Write


I write
To feel

I write
From
The core
Of what is
Raw and
Real

I write
In
Burning fire,

My fingers
Move swiftly
With The Talking Flames

My pierced
Tongue
Bleeds
Wet
Ink,

If
Only—
To
Heal.

© Miranda Holland
12-27-2017

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