i write this
with my right hand bruised with ink
my left hand trembling with paroxysm
my lips colored with the taste of art
my breath in gasps of destructive anticipation
my skin bathed in shadows of gemstones
my heart in shards of devolution
and my soul
my soul
yearning for more
just a little more
hoping that the next time
the ink splatters
i’ll find it.
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