death of a poetess

She spreads a line of blackness on the page, imagining her thoughts worming their way like tentacles through cortices just as winding. With methodic motion and emotion she returns tip to ink and back to parchment, letting the rich pigment infect her poetry like a blood-bourne pathogen, spreading it violently across the page.

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