Ink

Her pen flutters across the page, she is creating a work of art, she said. She is writing a poem.

Words weaving in and out, breaking apart and eloping. All the while she bleeds onto the paper.

His pen marks the page with precision, he's creating a new world, he said. He is writing prose.

Words delicately fall into place, meanings weaving in and out. All the while, his tears hit the paper and become ink.