Jayne Eggins Poet Blank verse

Cursed In Ink

it had been some time
since the walls 
and the joins met,


but with each stride 
foundations were lost
and flakes of misery
broomed my wake


the stigmata came
and it was as if, 
my iron pen
had speared my wrists


someone called it writers cramp
but the sanctity of the odour
spoke otherwise


when the green began to ooze,
the hand of Esperanza
rested on my forehead
raking her nails
telling me 
it was time
and,
that my hands had purpose
one last time


as each word envisioned
a thousand lashes
and each stanza speared
my side


I laid stripped
of flesh


each piece of flayed skin
raked off to fly the wind
dessicated to dust,
I laid in nirvana
mere moments


but,
falling through 
the hourglass 
I ran dry


now made of chalk


with each rub
I am diminished 
to crumble


and the lines 
grow ever obscure

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