Ink (Larry Stylinson)

The ink unfolded itself on his skin to tell his tales. The dark marks represented a past reborn, and the pain he had to go through in order to tell these stories was like a blossoming field of red roses. The pages of his book told a story that would be a misunderstanding to a stranger, but to Harry it was a story of his childhood that would be told without words and without song, but with ink.