it's better blank.

blank is possibility

a dream


blank is safe, for blank—

blanks never taunts

like your failed attempt at art.

blank welcomes, calls,

opens itself wide to you,

ushering you in.

but blank—

blank is no longer pure.

blank is bloodied and swollen—

chop cut slash

erase, sew it up

try again, cut once more.

blank is attacked

by me

by my pen.

blank is mutilated

blank is dead