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poetry dil ke

Connected to cables as the ink flows through her veins
Mouth taped shut causing her to absorb the pain
The pinch of every emotion that rumbles beneath her skin
Flows down into her fingers filling up the pen
She has no control over the ink of black sin
She needs to let it out just as much as she needs oxygen
Bubbles begin to form and make spots swell
Turning her body into her personal ink well
It begins to ooz and spread throughout her frame
It runs into her mouth making a permanent ink stain
When the tape finally falls from her mouth
Bubbles of black ink begin to flow out
Her body can't hold anymore of her sin within
Black ink blots begin to seep from her skin
Making her body the canvas of her unspoken art
Suddenly the cables begin to fall apart
Now tatooed with all her thoughts and pain
The ink starts to circulate inside of her tattered brain
For her body is the paper and the ink lives in her name
This poetess mindset will never be tamed
Her creations she will forever wear on her flesh
Creating a beautiful, blackened ink filled mesh
A mesh of all of her thoughts that will never let her rest

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