Ink Poem by Mary Sher

Ink



Ink seeps through the paper
Ink seeps through the sand
Ink seeps through his skin
Ink’s all over his hands

The needle breaks the skin
Stains the clothes he’s in
He doesn’t seem to mind
Scars last ‘til the end of time

Healthy untouched skin
Afraid of the mood he is in
He is safe tonight
Healthy skin will see sunlight

Scared and confused
The ink will soon seep through

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