Extra Sugar for the Masses

I wonder if he’s still breathing
said the whisper to the ink,
still drawing blood blisters and
circles in the skin.

The light touch of a ball point
or feathers firm on the bound,
keeping everything in.

I will not let the humors
rise, beyond a major
jar moment.

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