Tuesday, May 31, 2016

What is it written in?

The language is that of Ink. No, wait. Not in this or that shape. It could be...

This is borrowed is what it says. 

Ink is spilled in either form or gouts, which are unshaped.

The metaphors of horns. Thorns don’t hold all of it: ground up knuckles, soot. Oak cancer.

Do you still wonder that Ink speaks of death so much?

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