Ink was my saviour

I drank it by the gallon.

It poured into me then

engulfing all the writing

that others had defined me by

pages and pages surrounding my liver

unwritten by gushing blackness

down my throat it went

strangely

willing me to write my story

to tell my truth.

At daybreak we witness.

This night we must fathom.

Under the belly of the sea

a victor is born.

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