The annihilating strokes slashed across my penned heartfelt words.

In mid-stroke of word and paper fusion

Determined to enshroud his enchantment.

Every bloody mark had assassinated my writing along the way.

I knew all too well the damage of scarlet ink smeared across page-after-page ...

I assumed this yoke would encase me as well as any another hobble. Only this one bound the mind.