Footnotes in his Story

By Veena M.

His mind.
Like pages glued together in a book-
you take a blade to cut it open,
anxious to devour the writing-
but only end up tearing the edges and the words.

The blood that dropped on the pages doesn’t catch your eye, though-
you cut your skin too,
but you were too eager to tend to his wound.

And now you’ve learned to turn your pain into quiet footnotes-
tiny, bleeding annotations that no one notices
as they read on,
lost in the pages of a thrilling story.