And she felt a deep longing
To fill a beautiful world that wasn’t hers with beautiful words that were.
And she was filled with a desire
To breathe life into ink,
To demand meaning from the meaningless,
The swirls and edges which raven waltzed across the invisible music of an alabaster page.
And she succumbed to a lust
To scratch her soul onto the minute fibers that composed the paper,
To translate every potential life she almost had possessed,
Every emotion that pounded as a wave upon her body,
Every shred of experience that she had chased into her custody,
Into the brief trembling of vocal chords as they assigned melody to the black-on-white shapes.
And as pioneering pen was grasped and virgin page was altered, she marveled at
To echo the actions of God,