a pool of murky blackish water
it was the ink bleeding off the page
the demons wading at the surface
smudging, running, tearing
she submerges her hand
and touched another
she spread the disease
like a wildfire
blazing, roaring, destroying
whatever she touches
leaves a murky blackish smudge
a stain that will never be erased
she hands off the wading demons
like a baton