Zennie
Bluelighter
Somewhere she sat
fingers tight around pen
poised over paper
waiting for that must to
whispoer the words to describe him.
But all was silent.
Brows furrowed
she felt the air tingle beneath
her nose as it wisped into her
lungs. Yet eyes closed, her
paper remained
empty.
But slowly
it seemed a smile
crawled across her mouth. Her
eyes, open, flickered as a
single word was formed
black on white.
She folded the paper then
knowing it was complete,
saying only:
Exhale.
fingers tight around pen
poised over paper
waiting for that must to
whispoer the words to describe him.
But all was silent.
Brows furrowed
she felt the air tingle beneath
her nose as it wisped into her
lungs. Yet eyes closed, her
paper remained
empty.
But slowly
it seemed a smile
crawled across her mouth. Her
eyes, open, flickered as a
single word was formed
black on white.
She folded the paper then
knowing it was complete,
saying only:
Exhale.
