“Ink” by Courtney Hedgecock


Spilt ink on a mended heart
Its degrading factor seeps in
Eroding what secrets the heart may hold
Hollowing out all that was once known
A distant echo of something that was once great.

An echoless hallow
Distant and cold

The ink seeps in and destroys
Is nothing safe?
It leeches the heart hindering the soul
Defecting the mind
An untold depression sets in
The end proceeds before life had a chance to begin.

It was spilt ink that made the heart cry
It was spilt ink that made the soul wilt
It was spilt ink that made the body die.