Ink dribbles so slowly,
spilling its life onto cellulose blend 74,
a marked catharsis
bereft of cloak, shield and sword
yet lighting the way
for future, for the future, for a future
co-expressed stain
*rip*
*rip rip rip*
tearing up that bleak emptyness
shedding its liquid morass
feeling its way, questing
terminating
seeping, seeping, seeping as far as it can
aah, what better friend,
offered such respite?
