Broken charcoal.


Each stroke of my charcoal pencil,

Scraping against paper,

Scratched out yet another scar

Masking my feelings

As they bled on paper-

Black rivers running scarlet,

And locked it there,

A dam brimming

Unleashed,

Wiped off, in a brave

Attempt to never

Be uncovered again,

Sunken

Under alluvium.


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