Her writing became a band aid. Underneath, you’d see where scars laid. Bookmarks the spot of her oldest wound. Turn the page to her newest bruise.
Open cuts between metaphors. Each chapter covers swollen sores… surrounding Similes of ripped flesh like pages torn. Paragraphs of skin graphs. Broken bones under fresh drafts. Fractures wrapped in comic laughter. Notepad enhanced as her fingertips danced.
Type it up,
Proofreads and editing.
New pain. New page.
re-read and write again.
Hearing the growth of her never-ending cracks. Knowing Her heart is soon to collapse…
Open a new doc to prepare for impact.