by Anna Maldzhiev
This blank page –
no longer blank
I call upon my muse for help
I gather my strengths and thoughts
to transform this page into anything else
turn it into a portal
a secret door to something greater
to a world of chaos and beauty
of graceful lines and sputtering clouds
sensible and nonsensical
into the deepest recesses of the shallowest grave
where red velvety rose pedals create shelter for the worms
and a cover for the pain.
I like to write.