ink
๐ฆ๐๐
popping the lid
on a violent heaven
ink
squiggles off the stick
bone ivory
annihilating into
cerulean blue
becoming sky
its aroma
intoxicating
a vibration
you can breathe
iris widens
pure magenta
cyan conjuring
with indigo
and jade
somehow eyes feel
the frequencies
down to the feet
redolent
with memory
summer’s goldenrod boyhood yellow
September’s burnt melancholy ochre
violet’s first amethyst kiss
red’s primal scarlet uproar
midnight’s longing blue quiet
forest’s calm emerald pulse
the ink by itself
was always more exciting
than any shapes they made
on paper
๐๐ช๐๐ฆ๐ ๐ ๐ค๐ฆ๐
๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฉ ๐๐ฒ๐ฉ๐ค๐ฉ๐ฏ๐ ๐ฃ๐ง๐๐ฉ๐ฏ
๐ฆ๐๐
๐๐๐ข๐ฆ๐๐ฉ๐ค๐ ๐ช๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ฆ๐
๐๐ด๐ฏ ๐ฒ๐๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ฆ
๐ฉ๐ฏ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ค๐ฑ๐๐ฆ๐ ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐๐ต
๐๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ต๐ค๐พ๐ฏ ๐๐ค๐ต
๐๐ฉ๐๐ณ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ ๐๐๐ฒ
๐ฆ๐๐ ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ด๐ฅ๐ฉ
๐ฆ๐ฏ๐๐ช๐๐๐ฆ๐๐ฑ๐๐ฆ๐
๐ฉ ๐๐ฒ๐๐ฎ๐ฑ๐๐ฉ๐ฏ
๐ฟ ๐๐ง๐ฏ ๐๐ฎ๐ฐ๐
๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ ๐ข๐ฒ๐๐ฉ๐ฏ๐
๐๐๐ซ๐ผ ๐ฅ๐ฉ๐ก๐ง๐ฏ๐๐ฉ
๐๐ฒ๐จ๐ฏ ๐๐ณ๐ฏ๐ก๐ป๐ฆ๐
๐ข๐ฆ๐ ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐๐ฆ๐๐ด
๐ฏ ๐ก๐ฑ๐
๐๐ณ๐ฅ๐ฃ๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐ ๐๐ฐ๐ค
๐ ๐๐ฎ๐จ๐๐ข๐ง๐ฏ๐๐ฐ๐
๐๐ฌ๐ฏ ๐ ๐ ๐๐ฐ๐
๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ฉ๐ค๐ฉ๐ฏ๐
๐ข๐ฆ๐ ๐ฅ๐ง๐ฅ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ฆ
๐๐ณ๐ฅ๐ผ๐ ๐๐ด๐ค๐๐ฉ๐ฏ๐ฎ๐ช๐ ๐๐ถ๐ฃ๐ซ๐ ๐๐ง๐ค๐ด
๐๐ง๐๐๐ง๐ฅ๐๐ผ๐ ๐๐ป๐ฏ๐ ๐ฅ๐ง๐ค๐ช๐ฏ๐๐ฉ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ด๐๐ผ
๐๐ฒ๐ฉ๐ค๐ง๐๐ ๐๐ป๐๐ ๐จ๐ฅ๐ฉ๐๐ฆ๐๐ ๐๐ฆ๐
๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐๐ธ๐ค๐ฉ๐ ๐ณ๐๐ฎ๐น
๐ฅ๐ฆ๐๐ฏ๐ฒ๐๐ ๐ค๐ช๐๐ฆ๐ ๐๐ค๐ต ๐๐ข๐ฒ๐ฉ๐
๐๐ช๐ฎ๐ฉ๐๐๐ ๐๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ง๐ฅ๐ผ๐ฉ๐ค๐ ๐๐ช๐ค๐
๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ ๐๐ฒ ๐ฆ๐๐๐ง๐ค๐
๐ข๐ช๐ ๐น๐ค๐ข๐ฑ๐ ๐ฅ๐น ๐ง๐๐๐ฒ๐๐ฆ๐
๐๐ง๐ฏ ๐ง๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐๐ฑ๐๐ ๐๐ฑ ๐ฅ๐ฑ๐
๐ช๐ฏ ๐๐ฑ๐๐ผ
(accepted by Young Ravens Literary Review for their Summer 2023 issue)
