Void, void

September 8, 2016

Void, void

      Like the hollow end of a pot


      Like the numb inside of my heart.


      Like the blank page dying before me.


Take a dip into the ink.

   Milky Gel, I love you.

Alas ours is a one sided relationship.

And so, it's just

      Black Ink at the end of a pot.

      Black Ink insisde of my heart.

      Black Ink on the page dying before me.

Void, void.

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