My pencil
travels slowly across the desert of a blank page
driving my graphite caravan across the empty expanse
the white sandstorm of nothingness
urging my hand to hurry
hurry
and as my pencil scratches across
the surface
a world is created from the once barren sands
travels slowly across the desert of a blank page
driving my graphite caravan across the empty expanse
the white sandstorm of nothingness
urging my hand to hurry
hurry
and as my pencil scratches across
the surface
a world is created from the once barren sands
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
AriShine
Lexie96
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