Words and Ink
Sammy Bennis
The stains on this pen
On the flesh of the paper
Can make you feel
The way
I was feeling
What was burning through
My heart
My mind
Why?
How?
Who?
When did these lines that we trace
Turn into the words that we utter?
When did the sounds that come
From wind
From air
And breath
Give birth to emotions
Feelings
Heart
Raw