No one understood

why he indulged in the agony of

the pen, as he dragged it

across the ghostly sheet,

and spewed out emotion

line per line.


Once the verses had been finished,

came the

torture—to be corrected and

freed from error

by the master—

verses, slashed open with

every mistake,

until they bled scarlet, with the promise

of being better.


No one understood

his masochistic endearment

to punishment and healing,

why he took delight in the vicious cycle

he had to live with.

To others, he had gone mad

in the eternal quest to find

the beautiful out of the tortured.

Alphas and omegas


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