The sky is ink. It suctions
its eight tentacles to my temples,
pumping blueblack words to my eyes.
It sounds uncomfortable. It is
My tongue is stained with syllables
stained with my peculiar tastes,
stained with splotches impervious to bleach
All my blank white puzzle piece
are shaded in night after night,
letter after letter, or is it
star after star? Because in those
pinpricks the ink is wiped away,
gleaming synapses that provide rays of insight
to the universe outside my inkstained skies
skies that can only be understood by me.
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Mitchell Johnson is a Minnesotan, through and through. He finds inspiration in the magnificence of nature, and in the challenges that lay in wait for the Millennial generation. He is a student at Winona State University in Minnesota.
Mitchell Johnson is a Minnesotan, through and through. He finds inspiration in the magnificence of nature, and in the challenges that lay in wait for the Millennial generation. He is a student at Winona State University in Minnesota.
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Picture by Jesse Eastland Dreamy Twlight
Picture by Jesse Eastland Dreamy Twlight
