Cauterized Ink poem finished:
March 3rd (2026)
.—.Olivia Williams.—.
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Strangled by
Ink.
Lungs of suffocation.
Gurgling words.
Gagging
On frosted shadows
—Peeking out
dimmed doorframes.
Screaming in
Echoing Crevasses.
Hiding in
Gaping canyons
between
Life and death.
Living in my head
—is an accent that thrives,
But the pigment clawing up
is an accent
I don’t recognize.
It mispronounces my name
—a chuckling mock,
Scrambles vowels till
Ashy lead slams on ribs.
Blunt paper
puncturing veins,
Sentences halt
—Lit by flame.
Stolen a soul,
An accent turned to language.
A face with no pulse,
Eyes not to blink,
A heart with no beat,
soul at rest.
Hollowed
A scar etched
On a cheek.
Ink damping words
In alcohol laced nouns.
Sinking in tendons
—Seeping into vessels
Getting scorched
In charred tar.
Internal burns
Within a void.
Filling like sludge
settling in gums.
Clinging to teeth,
Stains a tongue
—Bitter copper,
Till breathing
Is not in my
Handwriting.
Like it’s trying to entertain.
Till cursive blurs to erasers,
Till I've bitten down a name.
—Scratched out words
That never subsided
from a mouth.
That was not obtained.
Still choking
without
a name.
Vowels twisting to
distorted spine.
smashed consonants
In fragmented bones.
None know me
—None fixed.
Bending like a twig,
fitting like a key.
Fighting for life
For the words to write neat.
I am already gone.
Stain,
Skin dissolving
As acid disintegrating
Life liquified.
Ink
Handcuffed to wrists
Rust seeping
Metallic materializing
skin sticking
Till completely coating
Mouth opening
like something will utter
Breaths.
Seeking words
When hatchet had killed
Leaving it crumpled in a heap.
Weak.
asleep.
Leaked
Of the print.
never escaped
—Was never set free.
Never to be seen.
Never to leave.
Corrosion of a soul.
words to floorboards
— To
Ink filled eyes,
Not attached to life’s link.
Pulse branded
of cauterized
ink.