Repost from Feb of this year (Feb 2018).
I haven’t been writing/interacting as much as usual lately because I’m extremely drained from stress, illness … just life in general.
Ink Me Down
Sink me into paper
Until ink bleeds
Over your cold fingers.
Go ahead,
Ink me down;
Down into the ground.
Grind memories into nothing
With razor blade stones.
Release me with every breath.
Let every sound have a bite.
Scream the words
Over glazed eyes and tear stained faces.
Go ahead,
Ink me down.
Your best tragedy,
Your personal comedy.
