Ink

Standing in a white room
A tub of ink perched on the ground
She had no use for its oil like texture
But she could play pen and fool around

So she dipped her limps in ink
And dragged her foot across the floor
A melody broke into onslaught
On the ground was a music score

She pooled some in her cupped hands
As if her only water in a desert
Then it splattered, sticking to the wall
Connect the dots to spell out "hurt"

Slightly she recoiled and
Promptly dipped her hair into the tub
It was her newfound paint brush
She just pioneered a solitary club

She spun around in circles
And leaped across the room
Imagine seeing a twirling top
Showered with ink perfume

Words were scattered
Letters scrambling into place
Pushing and brawling
For an empty space

The girl grabbed an empty cup of water
Desperately filling it with pen blood
Then she destroyed the dam
Awaiting literatures flood

It poured out from the windows
And seeped into memory frames
Said I love you to forgotten toys
And gave every broken item names

Giggling and weeping
This was a thrilled indeed
Words were her true family
They were all she'd ever need

Seeing one last spot
Yet to be untouched
Devolving to a kindergartener
Her finger paint she clutched

She brushed her nail across a mirror
Then her insecurities dripped to the floor
Leaving behind a carved in message:
Anorexic, Bitch, Slut, Whore

The words seared her eyes
And she screeched in disgust
Spiraling to the welcoming ground
Back broken from a stabbing knifes thrust

Ink had finally betrayed her
Pen was no longer a friend
Suddenly the room's stains bleached
And for herself she was left to fend