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stains
spreading over fingertips
through rivulets
between the ridges
of my fingerprints
like canyons swelling
as the flood presses
hard!
against firm boundaries
of flesh
and identity
i know who i am
even as the ink dries
on the page
the lie
tingles
on my lips
About the Creator
Maia Gadwall the metAlchemist
I fell in love with speculative fiction and poetry many years ago, but I have precious little time to write any. Then, I went crazy and started a cult called metAlchemy, or meta alchemy. I revere energy of all brands, esp. good, kind chaos.


Comments (1)
This gave me chills, the way you use ink and fingerprints as metaphors for identity and truth is brilliant.