Prompt 8 June 8 " She bled unspoken words from her fingers,

Watched as they fell from the ends of her hands" by Hemingway given by Geethanjali Dilip

She smiled

She never spoke back

Men loved her simple charm

Once home

She would open her notebook 

A black moleskin one

Think about her day

Grabbed her mood pen

Her hair swayed around her face

Lashing her cheeks

Redder and redder with each second

It was going to be one of these days

She started writing 

Bleeding unspoken words from her fingers

Watched as they fell from the end of her hands

Red rivers of blood

Flowing over the white page

Raw emotions over flowing

Free to express herself at last

The envy, the frustration 

The rage, the hatred, the fury

All gushed in these leaking words

Until there were no more

From where they came from

Once again her face was serene

She could smile again.

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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