Kristiana Reed brings a request, perhaps a plea in a poem at Blood Into Ink
Take my gasps for air
as tender kisses,
my flailing feet
as laughter,
wrap your riptide arms
around me,
swallow me whole so
I’m the apple of your eye,
see me needing a saviour
and submerge me.
Kristiana Reed day dreams, people watches in coffee shops, teaches English and writes. She is a curator on Blood into Ink, a collective member of The Whisper and the Roar & Sudden Denouement, and blogs at My Screaming Twenties. She is 24 and is enjoying the journey which is finding her voice.
