She thought quite marvelous
things about herself after reading author bios. After reading a mystery she
imagines herself to be the one clever enough to unearth perpetrator and solve the
crime that all others had overlooked.
After a read of saint and psychopaths she uncovers both evil and holy
pockets in her mind.
She’s a reader that haunts
the library, borrowing the maximum allowed. She trades in second-hand books. She
has piles of books everywhere because she always needs something to read.
Who is she without the word?
The blank page.
Write something.
Quickly.
Before she has
nothing to think about
