deepundergroundpoetry.com
~ 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...
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...
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 3
reading list entries 1
comments 3
reads 836
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.