For More InkThe black hot ink digs, tapping on the skin. It leaves my teeth grinding, my mind thinking. More and more, the stinging addictive result amazes. The shading. The dark. The painful. The enjoyable. My need. Tags:FebruaryPoemsFeburaryPost not marked as liked
The black hot ink digs, tapping on the skin. It leaves my teeth grinding, my mind thinking. More and more, the stinging addictive result amazes. The shading. The dark. The painful. The enjoyable. My need.
