Papercuts

"Write it out"

Pressing the tip through weighted words

Tearing through this ruled parchment

Despite my trembling, ink-stained hands

Initiate transference of heartsick sorrows

Demanding reassignment and detachment 

To become printed cries on a visual plane

Perhaps through friction and fanciful diction

The pen would empty as I drain you out

Until you are nothing more than papercuts

Reviews

[Eddie Phillips]

I like the images you summon up in the poem and the idea of pain being nothing more than a small paper cut. It is s small but very powerful poem.