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~ At the Bottom of my Inkwell ~

I sat in a puddle of beautiful
black, blue, & crimson red hues...
Basking in the substance that now covered my caramel-naked
sinews..

Loving the texture as my hands explore the hour glass sands
of its unspoken perfection...
Open wounds
bleeding more red than necessary,
composing a stationary,
as black lacquer tears stained my cheeks,
unfairly
dripping down to fidgety hands
fatigued
from caressing midnight-blue lips that screamed remnants of me
upon walls of ebony inks that leak my
history...

What
a beautiful sadness...my paper cuts declared &
decreed
to still my heartbeat...
I watch as feathers grace my feet,
from a plucked fountain pen that feverishly bleeds,
drowning me
at the bottom of
my inkwell...
Written by bossy_bout_minez
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