Though the sentence may end,
the ink carries on.
The cartridge seems vacant of
wanton metaphors.
Exhibiting reflections on soiled paper cups,
wanting to be filled
with drinkable dictations of
what is spelt out in stains.
But I spilt that void long ago,
blemishing my shirt
with what meant to be drank upon.
A decolouration of meaning read differently.
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 5:45 PM UTC
Though the sentence may end,
the ink carries on.
The cartridge seems vacant of
wanton metaphors.
Exhibiting reflections on soiled paper cups,
wanting to be filled
with drinkable dictations of
what is spelt out in stains.
But I spilt that void long ago,
blemishing my shirt
with what meant to be drank upon.
A decolouration of meaning read differently.
