Poem done in stub nib calligraphy with Robert Oyster Lake of Fire fountain pen ink Red Ink By Lostling Black and blue marks On my arm— Ink, of course. What else? Words, thoughts, feelings, fears Written, smudged, then erased. Leftover streaks, They wash away With a smidge of soap and water. And yet… I can’t help but remember When I wrote With mechanical pencils And staple bullets Instead of ballpoint pens And gel ones. When I watched the ink, A gorgeous shade of rubies, Trickle Down to my wrist Like a rivulet of lava. Now, the fire has long faded Leaving white ashes That won’t come off
Poem Red Ink by Lostling.
Done in stub nib calligraphy with Robert Oyster Lake of Fire fountain pen ink
CW: self-harm
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