Spilled Ink

tansheer:

i was never concerned
about whether or not
the tears that slipped
between the letters
of my keyboard
would actually
render it useless;
it reminded me
of how circles would show up,
strewn all across my writing
back when i only used pen and paper;
eventually, all of my blue words
would dissolve into one another,
as the sadness leapt from my eyes,
splattering onto the page
until you couldn’t read a word
until you couldn’t see letters,
but only what i felt.

amidst clenched fists,
pursed lips and dry throats
the confusion i felt
laid itself onto a piece of paper
for you to decipher,
despite the obstruction from
those tiny little salty circles.