I never could see her soul through her eyes—
They were thick opera curtains that never budged,
Never giving light a chance to pierce through.
But light always finds a way—
Illuminating her veins down to her fingertips,
Until every word she wrote breathed anew.
That is how I learned to read her soul—
Hidden in the starlight of her bleeding lines,
Every word whispering, “I’ve been looking for you.”
© Jade M. Wong 2017
Written for Rosema’s new weekly prompt writing challenge on Instagram. This week’s prompt: bleeding lines. Use the phrase in a poem (no line or theme limit).
Feel free to join us!