Ink-Stained

My nails become ink
when thinking of you.
My fingers twitch,
itching to play the movies
my mind is printing
onto film reels.

My eyes become cameras,
recording scenes
to later display
in word paint
spilled from my memories.


Check out my book, The Four Stages of Poetry, available on amazon!

4 thoughts on “Ink-Stained

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s