2 March 2020

Ink in the water


Ink in the water pooling around
Swirling and shifting barely a sound
Rising and falling
Cold and warm
What falls quicker
Blood or ink

Seeping, sinking
Green, black, blue
Soot stained fingertips
What did I do

Blood or ink
Red, red, red
Telling the stories
Better left unsaid
Mixed in the current
Fading away
The ink is gone
The blood has stayed


-Seb has tried his best
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