I have words
brewing tales in my blood,
building worlds for all the characters
written on my heart’s skin, shaping them to be born.
They’ve taken marrow and bone and spelled
their essence into dark ink
I’m book marked
and dependent on words.
My muse stays high on self-crafted dreams;
wild dreams, which we must spell and pen into the world
unboxed. I could live on the right words,
sipping poems and tales,