Sometimes the stories are written with words.
With steel frame structure
and proven formula banality.
Sometimes the stories are written with rum.
With sarcastic joviality
and highly polished lies.
Sometimes the stories are written with coffee.
With matter of fact reporting
and terse, succinct titles.
Sometimes the stories are written with tears.
With thick fingered spelling
and highly fraught emotion.
Sometimes the stories are written with blood.
With hues of my soul
and blots of my flesh.
Sometimes
the stories
are true.