A SCRIVENER’S PRAYER
My wounds, they gush
But my nib, it bleeds
I pray it never heals
There’s ink a plenty in my veins
May my nib always bleed
And my blood always stain.
I am very tired and the cells of my body surround a space filled with rum.
Quick note though. This summer, my short story, “Snow, Blood, and Sparrows,” will be featured in Book of Dead Things, produced by Twilight Tales. You can see a little image of the book cover on the website.