I wrote until the page went dead. Line by line. Nothing bled. Shouted at the ceiling light. Got white noise. No sign. Dug through hours. Split the skin. Hit the wall to hear it ring. Called it work. Called it proof. Still no color coming through. I tried the word. I tried the fist. I tried to force some trace to stick. I tore through paper. Skin and hours. Forced a sign out of the dead. No mark stays. No proof remains. Made a shape and broke it down. Tore the frame and moved it round. Painted over rust and dust. Same dead surface underneath. Ran it hot. Ran it dry. Fed it noise to see what bites. Made more wreckage. Made more sound. Nothing answered back alive. I tried the spark. I tried the blade. I tried to drag some signal up by force. I tore through paper. Skin and hours. Forced a sign out of the dead. No mark stays. No proof remains. Not hope. Not peace. Not some clean light. No mark held. No pulse stayed. Nothing fought. I tore through paper. Skin and hours. Forced a sign out of the dead. No mark stays. No proof remains. Wrote. Shouted. Built. Broke. Nothing stayed.
