“Since when did u tried composition on me?”
said the white paper to ticonderoga.
“I tried so hard to tell him, at least he knows your value.”
“I am cheaper, expendable and please do remember his love before and after.”
Both white paper and the pencil glared too hard at that filler paper, and both in unison shouted.
“You will die, if you dont shut up.”
© oliver a. melendez.
© all artworks and poetry by ohms / @rstydhude