Beauty and the Paper Beast

Eat my words

you beast of paper, clawing for truth and lies

Soak up my tears

and my smiles, my heartache

and my giggles

A half-formed poem

a finespun respite for

The beautiful letters and words and 

meaning that

flood the paper.

Soak in, safe.

I breathe ink

and you become me,

hidden in the paper, I'm

there

Watching, waiting to share

and cry and giggle

smile and grieve

And others come.

Drawn in by the beauty, the waves of feeling

They, too,

spill their hearts for the paper beast.

He thrives on the words of the world.

He smiles.

I am still there, feeling it all.