For the girls with ink tears
I'm not ready to speak she sobbed to her bruised lips
I'm not yet mended
Her heart spluttered clots onto blank pages
What has he left
Within the wreckage of
Me? She begged the paper
& it replied restful
'Darling, you have been crying black tears
For a reason
Do not waste them'
- Write ink-tear-girl, write
YOU ARE READING
Brave Not Perfect- Formally: I'm No Perfect Poet.
PoetryDarling, to be Perfect Is simply not real. True tellings of domestic abuse in poetical form. This is the true story of a Fairy-Girl. By, The Fairy Queen #poetry- 13 #poembook- 2 #spokenword- 1 #10,000 reads 10/01/20
