Like Black Ink Upon a White Paper

My heart physically aches

as the pain flows out of my eyes.

The feeling of vacancy

Haunts my toxic thoughts.

So I write.

To release an emotion

too immense to contain.

Fear leads me down a path,

where atrophy is key.

But perhaps tangibility

makes it more real.

And that

is what truly scares me.

Sadness is so powerful all it has to do is graze past you, leaving behind its mark. Using that mark to bleed through your body, engulfing everything it touches, until all that is left is nothing but black; like black ink upon a white paper.