By The Guppy
Date: 3 August 1999

ink gland

i rushed home in hopes of catching these latest emotions on paper
flipped open the notebook
grabbed my pen
and stabbed at the page with a force that both broke the pen and gashed my hand
i bandaged myself and returned to see a sickly pool of ink and blood
i stared at it long enough to see that it resembled the shape of a heart
a twisted heart still impaled on a shattered pen
black and red
i whispered to myself "this is my most honest work"