Work Text:
Blank.
It’s all I see, all I feel.
There’s no paint to spread on my canvas.
I have no words to decorate my pages with.
Nothing, nothing.
It’s all blank.
A short poem of being undeniably blank.
(See the end of the work for notes.)
Blank.
It’s all I see, all I feel.
There’s no paint to spread on my canvas.
I have no words to decorate my pages with.
Nothing, nothing.
It’s all blank.
Ooh gettin' dramatic in here tonight lmao. Very short but hey! I hope you liked it and I always appreciate kudos and comments! One day I will post regularly. Maybe.