The Blank Page

 we negotiated the silence between us. with heavy sticks. dancing in our chains like the most beautiful  of dresses. 

we snuck into the corners. softly convincing our failures that we had won. 

pressing on the glass. seeing nothing. 

the distance spent its stories in broken skin.  all the glorious debts of bone and blood. 

we gnaw on the ragged edges. we revel in the sinking center. 

smothered under the weight of our own arrogance. 

we scour the void. determined to find something inside it. 

defiant, even as the darkness persists. 

carefully numbering every page as we wait for the story to begin again.