Choking

I slash my soul to spill the ink I need to spill on paper.

My hand glides quickly,as my lungs inhale the vapors.

Coughing out the blackness,watch it spatter on the white.

The form of pictures in the words that haunt me in the night.

My fingertips clawing at blurry blue lined notes,

grasping as though it were the choking in my throat!