In Art


The tip of her pen pierced her love letters, smearing ink all over it.

It reminded her of how a handful of men had pierced her heart and left her with scars.

Yet she kept writing her letters.

In these love letters to herself she wrote –

“I am not afraid of drool stains on sheets, they show I slept peacefully.”

“I am not afraid of smeared ink on letters, they show I write passionately.”

“I am not afraid of black scars on my coffee coloured skin; they show the world I carry stories with me.”


Share Tweet Pin It +1

You may also like

WORDS by Elizabeth Ole

Posted on December 1, 2018

Life of Lies

Posted on September 25, 2016

Do You Not See Me

Posted on February 14, 2016

Previous PostValue Yourself
Next PostTalk to Someone

No Comments

Leave a Reply