I write the pictures of my stories,

in the cracks of paint on the walls,

hiding my metaphors under the mould,

along with cliches and purple prose.

It isn’t a pretty sight when I write,

it isn’t tidy and neat

or grammatically complete,

because I scratch at the foundation,

of literary indignation,

for my subordination .

But the words are defiant,

while my fingers bleed more lives

to fill the spaces

in the cracks of paint on the walls …

Where I write the pictures of my stories.

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