black blood dripped from his mouth
onto the stained floorboards below
his breaths shallow now, labored
and his eyes rolled back into his head
now slumped over a Yost No. 4
fingers still on it’s keys with no letters
a stark white page wrapped around it’s barrel
he choked on the words in his heart
and spilled ink stains the floorboards of his soul 

**Spilled Ink will be remembered in the stained floorboards that support the recognizingthevoiceless blog**