Blank

Written by Jacob Ibrag

Gliding the surface of the blank page,

she closes her eyes and gets high off

of its emptiness. It’s waiting to be

untapped and broken into. Reaching

for the pen holding her hair bun in

place, she bites off the cap and begins

to alter the white space. Stories slowly

make their way through her veins,

dripping through her fingertips. After

awhile, she feels empty. Taking on the

persona of what the page used to be.

Dry sponge waiting to get wet again.

She will, she loves every part of this.

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