I wrote an angry
Stuttering poem
But then I remembered
That just because
I got something out of me
Doesn’t mean
It needs to pierce someone else
So here’s is a nothing poem
A relief poem
Reminding us to create
And to share it
But also just to create
For the sake it
For the way it draws out the poison
Every enemy is easier to battle
When we splatter it with ink
A ghost made visible
Is smaller than we think
With Love,
Natalie