By IMERPUS RELUR
--
He opened it.
Blank.
Not a single word.
He flipped through—
no ink, no stain,
no story.
Yet he kept reading.
Because inside
his eyes began to bleed.
> Each blink wrote a line
each tear, a paragraph.
He had become the book.
By IMERPUS RELUR
--
He opened it.
Blank.
Not a single word.
He flipped through—
no ink, no stain,
no story.
Yet he kept reading.
Because inside
his eyes began to bleed.
> Each blink wrote a line
each tear, a paragraph.
He had become the book.