Ink

There’s other in your skin.

it’s yelling really loud

It crawls across

your photograph

You don’t know how it got there,

cut

in

to your signature

Where did all this noise come from

they say it’s in your blood

in your

Cells

But the cuts all come up red ink

not your own.

Beaten

from another heart.

You think it’s in the walls.

Peers through the mirror

whi sper s in y our e yes

|Remember the taste of blood in your ears.|

Drips and

Drops they stain your clothes

Presses into your throat (tie it up)

Suffocates your chest (hold it down)

Cuts b*tw**n y**r l*gs (burn it with Pride)

quiet (now)

.

..

but outside

…..

.

They can still hear it

The yelling in your skin

It’s so loud

can hear it even far

away.

It calls a name

And they all hear it too.

After all

they put it in your skin