Fingertips gliding across a page, words spilling out her stained fingertips as she wept with blue streaks down her cheeks.
Throat burning, eyes turning, a glance at the clock. Pages turning, door opening and shattered glass.
Silence for the book. Silence for the page. Silence for the written words that killed her mind with rage.
Ink. Drowning in blue, reaching to breathe. Sinking. The words ate her, tore her apart.
Words killed the reader in the dead of night.
