• I'm staring at a blank page

    And in the pale white papier-mâché

    I see a reflection of myself



    A soft whisper

    Patterning my face

    Pattering in place



    I'm looking at the blank page

    And violently

    I want to erase

    What isn't there

    Anymore



    Smearing the ink

    It leaks out of my head

    Draining over my face

    Patterning pattering in place

    Across the page

    But still it remains

    Her name



    Her name

    Together with this pain

    Is one and the same