Richard Pierce

Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter



That night,
I carved strange symbols
Into my skin,
The asymmetry of my mind
Becoming strangely
Geometrically ordered shapes
On my forearms,
The only part of my body I ever

The pen didn’t run, and the
Messages I dripped
Onto the parchment of me
Filled me with calm
Although my heart was
Racing in the shortness of
The hours left.

R 01/09/2023 20:28

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