My words are wings. A writer's sword is her pen, or perhaps in my case this space. To sharpen my sword, I share with you my random writings, as an insight into my ink-stained soul. Here I'm the Girl With The Ink-Stained Soul, penning under JSH. I hope what I scribe changes your mind; spilled ink, while messy, can be a masterpiece in the making.
She Hides Behind a Worn-Out White
She never wanted to seem
soft
and sweet
yet still hid
the bitter blood
in her veins
to shine
instead
beneath sun-kissed
rains