That page was blue
Between bright and dark
Just like how the whole story is
Just like how she imagined that day to be
She was high up and eager
With just a hint of skepticism
The page finally came
And she’s about to finish it
Kicking the bucket
She falls west
And it all came rushing
The prints from the page strike out red
The whole story remains unfinished
She can only write so much
She can only read so much
Until she no longer can
-SNM
