Calligraphy pen

Random morning poem

Prick

Prick 

Prick

I stab my pen 

into the plump lumpy cheeks 

that my long brown fingers used to cup so gently 

so faintly 

prick 

stab

prick 

stab

drip 

drip 

there goes your orange blood

mixed with the ink of my blue

packaged into a fancy glass of orange wine

the taste putrid of our decay

the smell wafting with layers of marigold

the simmer in glass creating bubbles of moon 

possessed by sun   

golden to eyes 

rocky to coat

drip 

drip 

drip  

into the pool of orange and blue

round like an eyeball falling out of socket

prick 

pick 

prick 

drip 

and 

let yourself 

finally 

melt into me 

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Thank you for Reading

Ali<3