the written paradigm [a collection of poetry]

day 6

black ink

i fill my head with the black ink of your words

and engrave them into the backs of my eyelids.

my emotions twist around like a swarm of birds;

switching from terror to joy in tangled intervals.

i fill my head with that constantly belated promise,

whilst questioning everything I've met in this realm.

these blurry stretches of time take dominance,

and that black ink soaks my body with its control.