Sincerely, Jennifer x

The pen is broken.
I need another one.
This one is aching and weeping,
open and screaming,
left behind in the forest of lost girls.
I soothe her with stories of how my flowers still grow,
blooming beneath all the dark clouds.
I’m going on a journey,
but everybody is asking me to stay.
They don’t know that my soul,
and my sweet friend is on the line,
so they pull and tear until my flesh falls away,
a beating heart bleeds and weeps,
ink, all asunder,
the two of us,
tragic on the forest floor.