cerulean shade. hardbound. unruled.
pages flipped to the midst of the solid material,
pen gripped tightly in hand.
moving across, forming curves resemblant to waves.
strands of mousy-brown hair covered the side of her gaunt porcelain features,
the tips touching the sheet's surface.
lifting the pointed instrument, marks of dark pigment blotted out, staining the plain glossy paper
once she released the writing tool,
the tip of her fingers settled on ink pooling up,
scattered.
smudged.
tainted.
destroying her masterpiece.
YOU ARE READING
the girl behind the red-painted walls
Poetry"she's a girl who resides in her own beclouded cave"
