White Tears

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Poetry
I die
A thousand
Deaths,
And cry
A thousand 
Tears

Inky drops
Become
Soft crease—
On coarse skin,
Renewed
Fears

I write
This very 
Poem
To tattoo it
On your
Skin

White ink
Is so translucent—
Such a 
Slight,
Poetic
Sin

I die
A thousand
Deaths,
And cry
A thousand 
Tears

If only 
I’d read this
On my palm—
To get prepared
For life’s
exam

But fact is,
History
Tells me,
You can’t
Read 
Between 
Inked lines

I die
A thousand
Deaths,
And cry
A thousand 
Tears

Profound verse,
Quenching
Thirst
For life—
Would tell 
You about
Poetic
Strive

You die
A thousand
Deaths,
And cry
A thousand 
Tears

Some dark 
Drop
Stains,
Soft, 
Wrinkled
Skin

On book
Unwritten,
Dark, 
And stark,

And torn,
And loud,
And
Magic,

Start.

And
Feared.

So.

White.

Teared.

The Author

Woman. Floaty. Attached. Dettached. Sudden. Note-scribbler. Citizen of the world. Travelling to the moon and back.

13 Comments

  1. This is beautiful. Quite melancholy. Heartbreaking even. But that sorrow works wonders when it comes to the intensity. Quite beautiful Anna!

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