This blank page is the unspoken words
You punched back into my lungs,
The white space your feet
Travelled from the blood stained carpet
To the space between my ribs.
This blank page is my testament
To the truth that I made it.
I mended my broken ribs
And stuffed my mouth with smiles
That smells like the ocean and tastes
This blank page is my heart still loving you
But not willing to save you
From the other women who found their
Voice and wrote epistles with their
Blood burning the horror you dealt them
Into blank pages.