Blank Page
A blank page has no shot with me
Not even a second to stare me down
I whip her into a frenzied tale
laughing maniacally at her anguish
or I create something so dark she is horrified
The one thing I do not do is make the paper blush.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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