One Piece by Robert Urich

My Blood Runs Black

Written beliefs, they manifest
They appear through me,

oozing from my palms,
like stigmata

I rip off my skin to find the
blood has been replaced
by ink

From my pocket I take a tool to write,
and I dip it in, on the inside

"This pen is where
these words
live"

I said.

I will dip the pen.
I will dip it again.

And again.
And again.

Until my ink
runs
out

{Poem by Robert Urich}