Photo by Kelly Sikkema on Unsplash
Scratching across the paper
My head bleeding into the emptiness
Black and red
Yellow oozing
I can feel all that I’m losing
Tiny bits of myself
Day by day
They fade away
Until I’ve run dry
And there is no more ink
To think
Why?
Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
More from this author:
About the Creator
Enjoyed the story? Support the Creator.
Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed. You could also become a paid subscriber, letting them know you appreciate their work.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.