She Writes

Deep lines are running in my face
My fingers sore and gray
My hair will fall away
My last words would be a joke I told
I almost made it through
The end was in my throat
But she won’t hesitate
To see how you left your page
She’ll hold them in her books
She read them twice a day

And all the things she thought I was
Would come out in her comic books
The face I made when I would laugh
She’s illustrate with blues and blacks
She writes

Squares made to fill the storied gaps
Between the handmade maps
We’d solve the deadly traps
Scenes turned into a heated race
See who’s a rotten egg
My speed with never break
We would flex out eyes to be like laser beams
We would cut the steel to set the people free

And all the things she thought I was
Would come out in her comic books
The face I made when I would yell
She’d illustrate with colored cells
She writes

Fighting lords
That were made of sadness
Filled
With plans for madness
We burst in like heroes