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The Ink Stain Heist

by Dorian Black

Alone standing in canvas
Painted, and painted over;
they have made me their
simpatico play toys.

My flesh tender from
their eraser burn embers.
Heart diluted from
their white washed tears.

I shouldn't spill my ink
across the pages,
knowing that these masterpieces
are just temporary stages.

They'll toss me limply
into my disorganized pen collection,
after they have robbed me of my
poetic affections.

No one should spill
their tempestuous monologues
to people without the same sincerity,
because it can kill them.
At least, it's been killing me.

02/14/2012

Posted on 02/15/2012
Copyright © 2025 Dorian Black

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 02/15/12 at 05:05 PM

Well done. I love it.

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