felt

damp paper

watch the margins bleed

ink from pen absorbs hastily

soaking in pigments from all directions

the paper rises like tiny sand dunes

 

felt-like and telling

 

salt tears

materialised fears in blue ovals, dotted i and crossed t

the page consumes and bares dappled wounds

 

 

 

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