12d • 🧱 Fragments
The Pen
The pen ran out mid-word.
Ink thinning
until it didn’t.
I pressed harder.
Drew the line anyway.
Nothing came through.
The page held the shape of it.
A sentence
that stopped where it did.
I shook the pen once.
Tried again
just past the break.
The letters came back
like nothing had happened.
But the line before it
stayed empty.
Some breaks
don’t announce themselves—
they show up
in the middle of something
you thought
was still going.
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The Pen
