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March 16, 2018
By jmkrauski PLATINUM, Hartland, Wisconsin
jmkrauski PLATINUM, Hartland, Wisconsin
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I sit in a black chair with a man I haven’t seen before.
Where am I? Who are you?
I see jet black ink mixing with fresh blood.
My heart jumps as needles pierce my skin.
Shock, like a kiss from Jack Frost, runs down my back.
I feel myself slip from reality as quickly as I slipped into it.
My world goes dark like night.
The dark engulfs my breath and steals my thoughts.
I spring up only to be in bed,
the chill of autumn surrounds me. My arm a blank canvas.


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This poem is an entry for the "Ink it" poetry contest.


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