The Law Of The Pages

I knew I had to stop writing but my hand wouldn't stop. My hand was so numb. I felt the tips of my fingers soak into the pages, but I had to resist. I felt my elbow soak inside the book. I yelled a cry of resignation, and I was soaked thoroughly into my book. The last thing I saw was the boarded up doors. Those doors should never open. Not now, not ever.

(Cover by RyanMacklin.com)