A creature with shadow-stained hands,

liquid darkness whispering in between

her pale fingers, rising up her arms

in charcoal pattern,

black ink settling softly onto her bleeding

heart. An animal walking

beneath layers of midnight,

hiding behind a veil of shattered thought,

soundless even in the world of silence,

leaving words in place of footprints.


3 thoughts on “Ink

  1. Footprints your words are nevertheless;
    kindly and powerfully my spirit they bless.
    Nectar and sepia, a mixture that heals
    alchemically endowed, this divine Lily is.

    For possessing the art of patching up bleeding hearts, I thank you, beloved friend.
    Blessed Be!

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