“You’ll be okay.”
The ink drips in forever
Thick like paint,
Enduring.
Onyx lettering
Across bones
I try to repaint
White,
Yet the soiled
Words crackle through,
Fast then faster.
“You’re going to be fine.”
I wipe away
Ebony strokes,
Un-dotting, un-crossing,
Hoping my heart
Will chip away the rest
And leave behind
Chromatic stamps.
“You‘ll survive.”
Cloaked in raven
The ink dries,
I’ll find another way
To live.
