Pencils in

Some lines need to be carvedinto the skin,lines like, ‘who let you in’minus the queston mark,thenin the darkeveryone can read them, as long as fingers traceis about as long asthe human racehas been running, one day we’ll run outof space. I’m tattooingyou in,so I won’tforget…

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The reader

  Catch me quickly I think.   If I fell who could tell would I not look the same?   But the pen is a sabre that cuts as I labour to etch in the lines.   My lips turning blue as I suck on the nib sucking life out of you, who else but…

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