Ink Stained Fingers
My ink stained fingers smear across the page racing with my minds thoughts in a coffee shop full of scents that linger across chattering, ordering, blenders, espressos, and the heat of its hot steam as the Barista assembles drink after drink keeping a smile on her face in order to live up to the stained green apron she adores to serve lined packs of wolves in need of a quick fix to cleanse themselves of the ink stained fingers they smear across the page.
-Gabriel Nicholas
