Inked In Dust, Inked With Blood | [POETRY]

THE SPELL

Have you heard her singing, have you ever been trapped?
Did you breathe on her sprinkle?
Did she walk you to her bed or were you dragged?
Your lips taste as cold as marble made of a glacial floating on her hand
You try to break the spell
You swim farther but your lungs are wrapped

Have you seen her swinging, have you ever been attacked?
Did you sleep on her tinkle?
Did she take over your will when you got attached?
Your stomach aches like a swallowing black hole made of a star shining for her land
You can't break the spell
You fly away but your wings are capped

Have you felt her clinging, have you ever been tracked?
Did you weave her inkle?
Did she wake you up or were you snapped?
Your chest burns like activated lava made of broken glass on her sand
You won't break the spell
You run by far but your legs are banned

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