written February 2023
We cry.
Out of the blue.
In the dark.
Obsidian rain.
We are in pain.
Storm clouds gather.
Ride or die.
We prepare to do battle again.
Survive, adapt or change.
Nothing can stay the same.
So fill every page with your words and the crimson ink from your veins.
While you embrace each part of life.
Until your heart ceases to beat and only the ash of your bones remains.
In the Shadow of my Pen 