The Ink

The ink leaks through the door.

It goes right through the wall.

I think the time has come,

for me to run.

The angel doesn’t like him,

they don’t like each other.

Joey, what have you done?

The ink will fall

follow him everywhere.

It infests this place.

every corner,

everywhere.

2 Thoughts.

  1. Hi Pippa
    I really liked how mysterious your poem was it really got me thinking the short lines just give it that scary feel!
    Great poem!!
    Keep up the good work!!

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