Ink

I don´t know how you did it
And I couldn´t say it for a long time…

You came with something,
I call it an ink.

Its black bluish color feels like velvet.
Just one drop and
it ran through my skin
pouring inside the veins
penetrating every me…

Want to remember
the last moment before it absorbed me.
Cause then I was changed
like you turned me inside out…