Description: A character that's been running through my head for awhile. Part of a series of poems.
John 3: Ink -------------------------------------------
John stole a book (shiny and new
and not smelling quite right
but close enough to hurt)
and scurried through the city streets,
losing himself in the gaping maw
of a hazy black alleyway
that looked a little like home.
Shaking fingers scrabbled through pages,
worrying edges and bending corners;
‘Forget forget forget’ writhing
up and down the margins,
each letter teeming
with desolation.
He threw the book into a puddle,
Ink bleeding and reforming
‘Jane Jane Jane…’
Interesting. It read like a story, which i like very much. I say it was interesting becuase i haven't read the others in the series. I'm going to go do that. So apart from that it was good. I think instead of being a poem you could make it into a story. It could turn out pretty great.
Let me read the others then i'll know for sure what i think :)
Submission Name: John 3: Ink
