I pour my words onto the page because it accepts them… I bleed letters that form words to expose him… letters run down my arm and fight to get to my pen… reaching for their chance to touch the glowing white page… their freedom… the words cannot release themselves from my lips… so all I can do is spread myself across the paper… poetry is not your invitation into my head… its the best friend keeping me from pulling the trigger… but you are free to indulge… none of this has ever been hidden…
Shaun J. Phree Http://www.shaunjphree.com












