Posted in Creative Writing

Ink

Ink drips down from heaven
the sun is swallowed by the sea

I will not be lonely tonight
I’ll have the silence as company

I’ve made my bed of lies
I’ll sleep quite comfortably

As ink drips down and hides the truth
beneath the dying birch tree

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