Blank page, open up,
Swallow me whole.
Drain the blood,
From my lifeless body,
Use me as ink.
Form into words,
And sentences,
That make,
At least,
Some sense.
And give it a rhythm,
Like the beat,
Of a drum.
And put my name on it.
And below put
“Rest her soul
Murdered by clichés,
Eaten by false-hope,
Her tomb is sealed,
With Writer’s Block”
