A March Night – Yassy

when ink dries on paper

Like physical scars

violence becomes fire

The nib becomes a needle

Digging into your flesh

Tearing into vulnerability

Hopelessness of inevitability

The frailty of feminine strength

Abuse is ink that draws into your soul

Ink that shapes

unspoken words .. ellipses

Leaving you soulfully dead.

for more from Yassy, you can read her here:

https://yassy66.wordpress.com/ 

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