tha ink

ink decidedly black and blue is not in pain

unlike color of  rapid rain

that keeps my thoughts from drought

rough and smooth and red and black

drops down pellets wanting to be heard

pounding doors ripping walls

or else there would be no spokesman

something had to give

may as well be squeezed from my veins

speaking through electric and ink to live

 I’ll never have to ask hey where you been

because it stood up in writing

expressing me

sessions of what I think

cause no one was going to give the writer none

had to seep through by ink

and the writer say her fill

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