I look in the mirror and I see
eyes of fire staring back at me.
I feel warmth burn from within.
There’s a fire creating heat
that forces me to my feet.
The ice in my veins melts away
the second I head on my way.
In the mirror, I see flames
become untamed. When I turn
around, nothing is the same.
My eyes of fire ignite my sight.
These eyes of fire feel right.
Tag: veins
Ghost Writer
The pen bleeds black
into my DNA.
Unable to erase
my yesterday.
Poisoned by the ink
carelessly used
by every writer
and those they knew.
I try to remove
your permanent marks
left on me
as my life embarks.
I saw your veins
filled with doubt
before you saw
your way out.
The marks you left
celebrated your pain
and the marks I kept
remain the same.
I often ask why
you penned my story.
But now is my time
and there’s no hurry.
My veins run black
like the pen I hold
as I become
the story that you told.