Ink Like Glue

Creative voices

Angelica Luzzi (Contributor) | Edited by Eleonora Prior

I kinda wish that I could write when I’m happy  

to go back to these pages and smile between these lines  

but during happy times my pen is dry 


maybe I get my ink from the dark  

writing in my parked car  


I come back to this house made of paper only when it gets tough  

roof made of my own thoughts  

same thoughts that make it so tough 


but when they collide in these designed lines  

they sound bearable when they rhyme  

they make a shelter for this grime


and all those words that would cut so deep  

now like little soldiers in order  

they come running to seal these wounds – ink like glue.