The End of Me

Bleach my bones in the sun and wrap them in scarlet ribbon

Bury them in the warm earth and mark them with stones

Under the stars I am bound to a realm of eternal sleep

I will be forgotten and only the birds will sing for me

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The Ink is Alive

spilled inkIt spills from my pen
It spills from my mind
And it’s alive

These words have a heartbeat
And it’s bleeding
I can taste these words in my mouth
As the ink drips from my hand

They stick in my throat
So I write them down
Choking on adjectives
And vomiting verbs

With a life of their own
They crawl
They breathe life into a dead relationship
And I’m left to mourn alone

Ink stained hands
Out dammed spot!
My hands are never clean
These words are still hot

~ Moxie McMurder