Ink For Blood

September 24, 2021

Words withheld
Writhe in my chest,
Pushing, pulling, prying to get out.
They vomit up—the words from my mouth,
And I sop it away with paper from my desk.

Ink for blood—
It burns to bleed.
It spills cursive choruses into life sentences
And molds me through the door of a writer’s entrance.
I’ll inhale, impatient is the itch

To tame the words that twist inside
Myself meant to make literary music,
Literary lines of love and life—
A life worth wild words of
Breath beating through my body.


M.M. Cochran is a YA writer and author of Between the Ocean and the Stars (summer 2022). With an educational background in English and creative writing, she has worked in the journalism industry, as well as the agenting and publishing industry, and she is currently a freelance book editor for her service, Elegant Editing. Now pursuing a career in publishing and becoming a full-time novelist, she spends most of her time editing and writing in her novels. Meanwhile, you can find M.M. collecting coffee mugs or slipping into an oversized sweater, wishing for a white winter.


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