• I sit before you paper
    As you are blank and bare
    I implore of you paper
    What words are hiding there?
    And when my pen touches you
    Ink seeps into your skin
    And like a bloody flower
    Words blossom from within
    Then paper you are bleeding
    This blood reveals your soul
    These words already written
    Hidden so no one knows
    We don’t write what we want
    Only divulge what’s yours
    Paper we do your bidding
    Complete your silent chores