Literature
paper
And she wrote love
On her arms,
Ink and hearts
Run together,
On paper,
With pens,
Skipping beats and
Pumping the words
From her head
In lines, until
The inkwell ran dry,
And sentences bled
From her fingertips
Into paragraphs, until
Words splattered the walls and
Ran down her face
Like ink,
Spilled
On paper.