30 April 2012
Everything is soft around the edges but my hands are sharp, move too fast and knock everything over.
I cannot bend I do not curve I cannot lighten my intentions.
I am clumsy and spill around you - a mistake you are trying to mop up. Adding water to my ink, I spread over you, a diluted mess you cannot swim for drowning in.
You will never be able to rinse away the watermark I leave behind, but you will claw at the spots until they dissipate and leave broken pieces of me all around.
Claws • Opuss № I