March 16, 2018
By itscosmic PLATINUM, Sussx, Wisconsin
itscosmic PLATINUM, Sussx, Wisconsin
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“What do you see?” they asked.
Just a blot of ink, that’s all it was.
Some ink on paper.
So why did I see demons and monsters jumping to get me?
Why did I see broken bottles and knives, things he used to harm me?
Why did I see screams and punches, unjustly directed to me?
“What do you see?” they repeated.
“A butterfly,” I replied.
Diagnosis: Healthy.
Why was that a lie?

The author's comments:

This is an entry for the 'Ink It' poetry contest.

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