Paper Girl

I cried today and it stained my dress,

From my eyes the words of Lovecraft and Poe stained my soul.

Shakespear stained my hair, Hemmingway tinted my skin,

I kept crying to stain my whole. 

I  had Dickenson's words on my back,

And Mr. Suess tickling my toes.

I cried and Orwell, Elliot, and Chaucer, cheered me up.

I forgot all my woes.

My flesh and blood are made of ink,

Of paper and binding, and scrolls.

This is what I am,

Everything I read.