DARK STAINS

Where blood once fell and stained the floor, crimson, scarlet--There is no more. The pen ink glistens just the same, bleeds on paper--darkened stains. Stains of ink so elegant, perfectly scripted eloquence. Calligraphy of a broken heart, ruptured soul--torn apart. As each line carries, rhyme and flow, the stain continues--on it goes. The paper sways beneath the pen, as the sweet black ink delves further in. Another story, another novel, another chapter of anguish--swallowed. A simple sheet of stationary becomes her pain filled dictionary. Webster never quite defined the pain of which her heart's designed. Similes and metaphors, adventures of a drunken whore. Punctuation, hold that thought! Then back to the ink which she has sought. Perfect cursive, perfect print--An investment of the time she's spent. Her wrist held scribbles that she forbade, written by the razorblade. But she no longer dares to write, upon her flesh--so thin and white. For her wrist has no more room for words, God help her as she fights the urge!!  Supply the paper, provide the ink! Motivate her as she thinks! So she contemplates some more, her precious mind becomes an open door. Yet no one enters, her gate is locked; Every trespasser will be stopped! The closest they will ever get is by the poetry which she has wept. The open door invites none in, no visitors inside her den. She shares her words upon the sheet, whilst the darkened ink bleeds black and sleek. Oh how the tears fall down her cheeks, releasing pain she's held for weeks. But she fights and thrives for her precious life, once a victim of her strife. But a victim she no longer is! She turns mournful sorrow into bliss; A paper cut: A precious kiss! A newfound pleasure? What is this? Alone she sits as dark ink flows, spilling life of desperate woes! Behold! Behold! This mind is gold!! A hidden treasure now unfolds! Let her tears and ink collide as she depicts her selfless pride!! Yes, once her anguish she did hide but it's where her best thoughts do derive...Alive! Alive! She is alive!! A pulse is found in this Corpse Bride! Remove the soil as she opens wide the gorgeous deep green blinking eyes!! Look deep into these eyes of hers and feel the impact of her words! For no other will ever compare to the dark stains of October there...

--Kelly M. Gregory--???