Hemlock

All at once he drank it down all at once in one breath the ink congealed at the corner of the lips the ink congealed on the tongue the teeth it passed through the throat gurgling it poured into the weary soul. Conquest of the capillary conquest of the artery capture of the vein. The gates of the heart in the hands of the ink. The heart grew warm a flood of burning fire boiled up on the page - on the cold page - it grew it grew on the brow of the rock bright green letters blood of ink ink of blood leaf of fire in the heart of the cave ...