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.
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I am a Social Worker by day and an artist/writer by night. I use the written word in an attempt to make sense of the secret worlds and dysfunctional dynamics that lurk beneath the facades of our daily interactions. I am not sure how my writing styles are characterized, nor am I overly concerned about it. I am immensely enthusiastic about music and often connect better with songs than I do people. I also have an intense appreciation for quality wines and whiskies, frequently consuming them in excess. I like things that smell good and struggle to manage the symptoms of a life-long relationship with depression. So, why "grumpygorman"? Spend some time here and find out... View more posts
