Spilled Ink

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Ink enters my skin
As easily as it spills from my fingers and lips
Drippy little things

Written legacy echoes eternities
But flesh decays
With a whimper
As this mortal tapestry withers

So, I welcome his percussive stab wounds time and time again
Hoping our grand design could maybe make beauty of my pain

Pretty poetic
We are
Eloquently catastrophic
As he glides across my skin
Naked and vulnerable
Waiting and welcoming to the horrors..
Agitated flesh
Feeling aggravated, stressed
Clutching to myself for comfort
After what I've allowed,
What I've paid for

I planned for this
To make myself his
Mark my body with his fist
Enclosed around the scythe
Disguised
As a paintbrush
To trace beauty
Over my carved away inadequacies

Cover it up in ink
Cover my whole life in ink!

He could have loved me
But he could not love the way I think
Pondering far too profusely
Because my ink knows only how to bleed
Paralyzed by what I've overanalyzed
Perhaps it was I who made these horrors my reality

Now I have this permanent souvenir
This scar he left here
Dressed up pretty in the picture we planned together
Because ink is forever
Though skin is shallow
And I've begun to feel a little less fragile
When I allow this pain to haunt me
From the only place I allow them close enough to touch
I'm beginning to forget the way both my body and heart ache
Now all that remains
Is ink.

Rs Darko

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