A PAGE IN A NOTEBOOK — By Joanna J. H.
"What will I find?"
Each page was special, different from the other.
Some lines were overflowing with words.
others were left barren
One had a sketch: a girl.
"Who was she?"
One was titled "handwriting practice."
A name was written hundreds of times
different fonts
signatures, too.
One had a journal entry,
"When was it from?"
One was blank.
Blank, but a page number
in the bottom right corner:
the number 8.
Someone was counting down:
"7"
"6"
"5"
"4"
"3"
"2"
"1"
ʙᴏᴏᴍ
The notebook fell closed.
The trigger was pulled...
but not by the reader.
A bullet hole.
Blood spilt.
"Why?"
A PAGE IN A NOTEBOOK — By Joanna J. H.
"What will I find?"
Each page was special, different from the other.
Some lines were overflowing with words.
others were left barren
One had a sketch: a girl.
"Who was she?"
One was titled "handwriting practice."
A name was written hundreds of times
different fonts
signatures, too.
One had a journal entry,
"When was it from?"
One was blank.
Blank, but a page number
in the bottom right corner:
the number 8.
Someone was counting down:
"7"
"6"
"5"
"4"
"3"
"2"
"1"
ʙᴏᴏᴍ
The notebook fell closed.
The trigger was pulled...
but not by the reader.
A bullet hole.
Blood spilt.
"Why?"