You’re Welcome

pen feels like

a waking limb.

it's there, but

hurts a bit to use,

when the flow

returns to tip

I'll feel normal again.

but my silhouette

leans away from the lines,

as though they

brighten more than

I suspected and

I block the glow,

causing the figure

to follow me

around the letters

until I accept the outline

of myself, a contrast

of nothing against

all that's there.

the words match

the dull air that

fits within my shape.

I will disappear

for you. for your sake.