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.

Artist Unknown



9 comments on “Blank

  1. thesmilingpilgrim

    Great writing

    Liked by 1 person

  2. I loved this line in particular:

    “Stories slowly

    make their way through her veins,

    dripping through her fingertips”

    That is exactly how it feels and it’s so nice to see it expressed!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Love story between ,pen and paper

    Liked by 1 person

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