Ink and Silence

The pages forced into silence; stare upon your every grimace. A memory of every reader, before they close the binding and leave her. The paper may have been for writing but she has a voice too, atop like icing. She has her own stories: so here's your invitation to explore these tales of her perceptions of her world of dust collection. She sits and watches - seeing all. I've only read her once, but as I recall at the end of the novel a single page blank. I read it - my heart sank. One final note, penned in blood red ink: "Before you tear her soul in two - please think."