write me

Write me.
 
A nib through my chest.
Ink ribs,
A butterfly on the page, skeletal,
As messy as you want.
 
Paper burns so drag me across it.
A desert,
Quenched always by jealous tears that run blue,
the ink of my blood.
 
 
 
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