Day Twelve – National Poetry Month: Bleeding Ink

Today’s poem is a trimeric, from the prompt, Bleeding Ink. Enjoy.

Bleeding Ink

Scrawled words drip, drip, drip across the page;
scratching pen, clacking keys, all bleeding ideas,
soaking into the page, tumbling downward
as the voices scream their story in sacrifice

Scratching pen, clacking keys, all bleeding ideas,
weaving patterns underneath the veins of ink
that open freely, spilling splotches of semblance

Soaking into the page, tumbling downward
into steeping sentences where the typos breed
among the barbs of plot and character dialogue

As the voices scream their story in sacrifice
to the muse’s whim, their modus operandi,
their conciliatory tribute to a capricious deity