Ink Morphic IV

She's Ink Morphic like an old spell, skin to soul, Girl stares at you hard—a feral beauty to unroll. Ink ain't just ink, it's her cold dark matter, Seeps in her veins, glitchy chaos and chatter. Alchemist's dream, in fractal inky guise, She's both cipher and kooky decryption prize. Pixels glitch, graffiti dances on her enchantress frame, A vivid nightmare, she's both ghost 'n grace in the same. Back she blooms, never quite the same, Splattered with remnants of her Ink Morphic game.