hi guys, I got a community approved for Spilled Ink? I'm hoping vibes similar to 2012 desk poetry tumblr, when we still had tag mods. if you like or reblog this post I'll add you!

a skull, perched menacingly

on porcelain shoulders

grimaces, bleached teeth

promise a vicious bite

she whispers to it every night

of the death of reason

the passivity of every beating heart

and the violence that lies within

an unchecked appetite for life

hedonistic and self-fulfilling

prophecies, that wax and wane

hastening to their inevitable

and timely, untimely deaths

she takes it's silence

for tacit agreement,

then drinks herself into a stupor

dreaming of his lips and eyes

her porcelain shoulders cracking

You are somehow with me,

Though you never will be.

That is how the moon sighs,

As she tries

To pull in the sea.