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Ink was the everything left after.

Ink was cartilage, carbon black
bones shimmering from kiln.

//

Fountain pen welling. Willing the flesh
of the hand to be stained.

Curl of eyelash
scratched onto the repeated portrait.

//

Ink over my lips.

Ink like a saucer of milk.

[Ink for embalming fluid.]
Face smeared with the world.