Ink #2

A Haiku

By Jennifer AshleyPublished about a year ago • 1 min read

Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

Blue ink in her flesh:

Daggers and serpents and gods.

Those lines were black once.

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Jennifer Ashley

🇨🇦 Canadian Storyteller

♾️ Metis Nation

🎓 UVic Alumni 2020

Writing published by Kingston Writers Press, Young Poets of Canada, Morning Rain Publishing, & the BC Metis Federation to teach Michif in Canadian schools.

✨YA Magical Realism✨

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Test2 months ago
Fantastic poem!

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