Ink

Ink


I have a need for words
They fill up the empty spaces
The voids and the curves
They course through my veins
Like black blood
Pervading my dreams
Igniting my skin
I crave each one
This bittersweet taste of ink
An absinthe
I choose to drink
Indelibly wrought
Marking my soul
With words that make me whole


Words: ©2018LCR
Images: CCO

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