Inkwells
By zuzus petals
The ink that dries upon these pages Blackens my heart With the thickest pigments And all the wrong words I keep from flowing Out onto paper. Each letter of sadness Curls these leaves So that they will never lie flat. These blotches splatter Like my sputtering tears Leaving dried blemishes Upon white perfection Causing my own wells To overflow and trickle Down my face In search of a pure surface To stain with blackened tears.I'm so sick of my writing---yarg---growl---I'm so frustrated. -zuzu Written April 14th, 2002 © on Apr 13 2002 04:02 PM PST 10 • 0
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"The ink that dries upon these pages..."