Wanna be a warrior poet?

Bleed  me some salty tears

on pages and pages

of your heart

fragile / beating / open and exposed

be unafraid to cry ugly

use your pen to paint pictures

your bare soul as your palate

You poet.

Show me an original alchemy

Where you turn your

fear into courage

make some medicine out of that poison

that’s slowly killing you

dig yourself outta that early grave

and cry me

a polluted river

some salty

words

and when you’re done

stand in a room

with some poets

warrior poets

and cowards alike

and read it

out loud.