Ink Spill
Resentment pushesForth frozen sentiments of earth;
Releases light
And growth and hatred and poison.
My hand vomits obscenities,
Paints precision
And vision,
Scrawls the pettiness of everyday,
Sings brainchildren into the mundane,
Slings spite into the un-hearing trespass
And begins respite
To my stifled self;
Creates breath
Where I had no capacity for air.
Through my calloused hand
My life spills into ink
Across the paper
Where I am created.
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