The words they lay unbending on the page they wait for her

She blows

The words they tumble as rivers of ink off the paper

She knows

The words fall upward they will to bleed into your eyes

And no

The words they break your mind and will not apologize

They go

To break to flow to type to paint to write to tangle to clear to dance to soar to bury

She wields pen and ink

To take life or preserve it