santa clara stories

June 30, 2013

give me ink

so i will forget the vinegar bitterness of aspirin

the cloying sickness of charcoal

give me paper

instead of fading pastel walls

inlaid with incessant monitors

give me a story

other than my own

give me something

to help me

go on

Something wrong with this poem?

Replies are closed for this poem.

If you or someone you know is struggling, you are not alone.

988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline — call or text 988, 24/7. Crisis Text Line — text HELLO to 741741.

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

Comments are closed for this poem.