the ink seeps in rivers
between the desert grooves
that grace
the surface of my skin
the drawings and notes
grace hands
like a holy scripture
of colored ink
a shopping list.
a tribal tattoo.
a holistic symbol of mainstream
pop fizz.
mother doesn't understand
the visceral nature
of drawing on hands
instead of paper.
Ink's blood is
blue
but this ink's blood
is pink.
©2014 Lex Vex
Formerly Badass Horrible Poetry
This isn't just a poetry blog. Let's be honest, a lot of what I post is poetry but there are more often than not also postings about short stories. I do try to keep this blog separate from my others and post strictly creative work here. Some of it will be better than others, and much of it is in first or second draft stage when posted. These are raw works, and there will be spelling and grammar troubles at times because I use this blog to gauge what works and what doesn't. I use it as a place to get feedback. That's the reason it is "horrible". Because it's not finished-- And why should it be? We all want feedback but most of us are too afraid to put ourselves out there.
Welcome to my word.
Welcome to my word.
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