Artists Don’t Take Breaks

I never stop writing.

Although, I do forget my pen, sometimes.

I forget that ink exists

and that my fingers have the ability to type,

but I never stop writing.


When I fell in love

poetry still surged into the tips of my fingers,

but my passion was written solely onto the one I hold true.

The curve of his spine has since felt more lines

then any page I have ever written,

including this one.


There are many pieces

that will remain eternally transparent,

just know that they’re resting,

with my hands, on his skin.


I never stopped writing;

I merely fell in love with a new medium.

© Siera Carpenter


Photo by myself • Siera Carpenter



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