Blackout Poetry [The Universe of Us]

Dark Room

Dark Room, page 151 of The Universe of Us.

p.s this was done in pencil because I didn't want to do it permanently and could erase it if I wanted to.

made using http://saijogeorge.com/strikethrough-text-generator/

ORIGINAL VERSION WITH STRIKES

Tell s̶o̶m̶e̶o̶n̶e̶ ̶a̶b̶o̶u̶t̶  me.̶ I̶ ̶c̶a̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶b̶e̶a̶r̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶t̶h̶i̶n̶k̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶  I have vanished from your world completely, I̶ ̶c̶a̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶s̶t̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶o̶u̶g̶h̶t̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶r̶e̶s̶t̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶l̶i̶k̶e̶ ̶a̶  silent t̶o̶m̶b̶ in your heart, shut away f̶r̶o̶m̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶l̶i̶g̶h̶t̶  .  I̶ ̶d̶o̶n̶t̶ ̶w̶a̶n̶t̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶b̶e̶ ̶a̶n̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶c̶r̶i̶p̶t̶i̶o̶n̶ ̶o̶n̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶f̶i̶r̶s̶t̶ ̶p̶a̶g̶e̶ o̶f̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶b̶o̶o̶k̶ ̶o̶r̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶o̶p̶e̶n̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶a̶ ̶t̶r̶i̶l̶o̶g̶y̶. Have you forgotten e̶v̶e̶r̶y̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶w̶e̶ ̶s̶p̶o̶k̶e̶ ̶a̶b̶o̶u̶t̶?̶ ̶C̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶l̶i̶v̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶r̶e̶s̶t̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶l̶i̶f̶e̶ ̶w̶i̶t̶h̶o̶u̶t̶ ̶s̶p̶e̶a̶k̶i̶n̶g̶  my name?

Tell s̶o̶m̶e̶o̶n̶e̶ ̶a̶b̶o̶u̶t̶  me;̶ e̶v̶e̶n̶ ̶i̶f̶  it hurts. You once told me that e̶v̶e̶r̶y̶o̶n̶e̶ ̶h̶a̶s̶ ̶a̶ ̶d̶a̶r̶k̶ ̶r̶o̶o̶m̶.̶ ̶I̶s̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶w̶h̶e̶r̶e̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶h̶a̶v̶e̶ ̶p̶u̶t̶ ̶m̶e̶?̶ ̶D̶o̶ ̶m̶y̶ ̶p̶h̶o̶t̶o̶g̶r̶a̶p̶h̶s̶ ̶s̶t̶i̶l̶l̶ ̶h̶a̶n̶g̶ ̶o̶n̶ ̶t̶e̶n̶u̶o̶u̶s̶ ̶c̶o̶r̶d̶s̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶t̶w̶i̶s̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶t̶o̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶m̶e̶m̶o̶r̶y̶?̶

T̶e̶l̶l̶ ̶s̶o̶m̶e̶o̶n̶e̶ ̶a̶b̶o̶u̶t̶ ̶m̶e̶.̶ ̶D̶o̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶l̶e̶t̶ ̶m̶e̶ ̶f̶a̶d̶e̶ ̶a̶w̶a̶y̶ ̶l̶i̶k̶e̶ ̶a̶ ̶p̶o̶l̶a̶r̶o̶i̶d̶.̶   Time can be cruel in that way b̶u̶t̶  you and I are b̶r̶e̶a̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶i̶n̶ ̶t̶h̶i̶s̶  imperfect w̶o̶r̶l̶d̶  . What could be a g̶r̶e̶a̶t̶e̶r miracle t̶h̶a̶n̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t?

T̶e̶l̶l̶ ̶s̶o̶m̶e̶o̶n̶e̶ ̶a̶b̶o̶u̶t̶ ̶m̶e̶.̶ ̶I̶ ̶d̶o̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶w̶a̶n̶t̶  our story to end here,  ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶r̶  words, m̶a̶y̶ ̶b̶e̶  the only thing that can save us.  ̶R̶e̶l̶i̶n̶q̶u̶i̶s̶h̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶p̶r̶i̶d̶e̶  for just one moment—  ̶p̶u̶t̶ ̶a̶n̶  end t̶o̶  this interminable  ̶s̶i̶l̶e̶n̶c̶e̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶t̶e̶l̶l̶ ̶s̶o̶m̶e̶o̶n̶e̶ ̶a̶b̶o̶u̶t̶ ̶m̶e̶.̶ ̶O̶r̶ ̶t̶e̶l̶l̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶w̶h̶o̶l̶e̶  world.

EDITED VERSION

Tell me I have vanished from your world completely, silent in your heart, shut away. Have you forgotten my name?

Tell me it hurts. You once told me that time can be cruel in that way. You and I are imperfect. What could be a miracle?

Our story to end here. Words; the only thing that can save us. For just one moment—end this interminable world (we have created).