Smeared Black Ink

write it off.

in mysterious ways

it makes me think.

of what's been tried,

and what has laid here.

funerals are for the living

it's nearly too dark to see.

swim in circles of air.

touch my face in a sad way.

illustrate my meaning

now, then, and there.

seperate it out,

slice into it,

soak slowly and wait,

suck it in.

let it permeate and

drift out of your pores.

cry for its departure.

place it in your heart,

melt off its hurt.

cradle everything lovingly,

look forward.


ever so slightly.

peal it on,

tear it in,

feel it simmer,

right in the middle

of it all.

it lingers, it stays.

absorb it and