Poem – “White Ink”

White Ink

White ink spells secret phrases
Unhealthy thoughts that are true
But should never be said,
Not even on the privacy of paper
The vicious things, visceral wants
Nothing you could tell your lover, even
All is bound in the bleach of white ink

Copyright ©2018 S. M. Shuford
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