psyphon

what is more powerful, pen or sword?

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smiling

you said “kill me then”

fountain flowing from my pen

double edged metal point

tip and trip, feint

faint, as the words take shape

life draining from

beyond

the bottomless well

tinted

forget me not

your blue, and your red

it is my writing, in-gressing, un-

dressing 

your soft skin 

petal by petal

picking up the handle

unsheath, dip and grip

dripping blood to fill my chamber

fuel for

the facinorous

famacide

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This is a poem I wrote on a rainy train ride. I often relish in the way words sound and feel in my mouth, like I can feel them between my teeth, even though I never read them aloud. I wonder, can you relate to this at all?

Love,
Dorion 🏹🤎