Ink

I lie awake
in the stillness of the night
the depth of the silence
stealing my very breath.
My story
unfolds before you
bare naked
down to my very soul.
My scars are visible
as the clock strikes
its lonely hour
again and again.
Comfort finds me.
No longer can I hide
with this ink
I bleed the truth
upon these pages
beneath this surface of mine.

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