Alien Ink

Words, stuck in my head Hands, can’t get them out Voices needing to be heard Pens devoid of ink Locked in, no out Letters in a rainbow Dancing in the clouds Here and there Separate, Unaligned Phrases, In halves and quarters Seemingly without meaning Scary nonsense Every writer’s nightmare (c) Olamide Oti, 2014


  Hi guys! This is my first published attempt at a short story, please go easy on me. I hope it’s worth reading though. Here’s to new beginnings! Bones old and brittle, Heart broken, Eyes, cold and unseeing, Bits and pieces of me, formless and without substance. Who will save me now?   It is the…