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Made of Ink

May 4, 2018
By TobiasEliot DIAMOND, San Diego, California
TobiasEliot DIAMOND, San Diego, California
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Favorite Quote:
"I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul." -Pablo Neruda

She’s made of ink and sadness, a figment of my reality. Black and white with a deep red stain. Her tears run down her cheeks, a paling veil of pain. I was her keeper, I put her on the page. First her fingers start to fade. Then her feet and hair. Wispy, iridescent, disappearing into air. Her eyes are made of smoke, curling gray. There’s no fire left, her soul has gone astray. I’m sorry, little girl, you’re not equipped to handle this reality. Sorry that I brought you here. She is made of black and white, a two dimensional reflection of ourselves. Her chest begins to dissipate. Maybe it was fate...all that’s left are two dark and inky eyes, begging me to draw her back in full.

The author's comments:

A part of a book I wrote a long time ago

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