Ink

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Adam Kamerer
It's not about the words, but the ink,
Blue and black in vibrant splotches,
Like bruises beneath skin that
Has been victimized by hammering fists.
I want to plunge my arms into inkwells,
Through glass into pools of lightstealing black,
And pour it over my body until I am
Fused with the stains of my skin
And only my eyes peer out.
I want to tilt my head towards heaven,
Pen upturned, and binge myself
Til my tongue and teeth are inundated,
Saturated, obsessed as I am with ink.
I want to fill my belly,
Bloat and grow to bursting,
Paint the world with myself
Until only my ink remains,
And I can steal the sun for myself.

Published by Adam Kamerer

I am an author making my way in life by publishing my work on the web. Aside from my AC work, I publish Penfencer.com, a blog for and about web novelists, and Gloria Fidelis: A Steampunk Fantasy, a serialize...   View profile

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  • John Reed Sutherland 11/3/2007

    Wow!!! Good stuff!!!

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