poetry, story, writer, writing

Write Me

I write the lines in my face

by the story that I place

in my mind

in my heart

I am art.

Remove a chapter

Add a scene

Put me on parchment

The plot line screams

I am dreams.

My arc goes high

the quill goes low

inky marks

scribbled line

I am fine.

The end is near

Typewriter beats

coffee runs dry

tea leaves tell

I end well.

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