Can writing change the world?
I taste the words like salt on my tongue
Or the slip of sugar into a wound.
They can tear someone apart
And be that which puts them back together.
It can be red before my very eyes
Devoured like the pages of a heaven-scent book.
It is the food of my mind
And creates the art for my soul.
As the ink re-imagines itself to spill
Onto my blank canvas.