Prompt #1

It’s become a habit.NearlyEvery time I see the sun’s lightThere’s something going on.They open meGently going throughMy pagesWith care.And then they bleed.Bleed on meGraphite blood spreading throughoutGiving me anotherTattoo.Another storyTo tell, feelingTo feel.They bleed on meAs if it’s the last thingthey’ll ever do.Scribbling words andMetaphors,filling the lines withemotions.I’m their best friend.And doesn’t every friendhave a bit of blood ontheir hands?