Why I write: A poem

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the screams keep me up at night,

forming the swirling crashing twisting blurring winds of a storm —

the tempest of nonsensical phrases.

i’m pierced by the sharp blade of letters,

impaled through my gut.

and when i look down,

i see i’m bleeding ink

— why i write

Contact Chantelle Lee at [email protected].