Quote:
Originally Posted by o'queery
I dug up
Your letters
from
the mortuary
of my nightstand
Behemoth piles
mocked me
with it's
obsidian print
Bold
Cruel
Each envelope
I fingered
rippled my heart
with
earthquakes
as the subterfuge
of verbs
destroyed me
Covered the Raven
in
Dust
Like clockwork
I follow sick
protocol
Shoving and screaming
them back
to the tomb
of my drawer
Aching for release
But I
am
cursed
to hold on
for just one
last
read
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I, too, have re-read letters. Reading slower hoping that when I ended, the outcome would be different. That somehow the words would have been changed with time. That I was mistaken and did not read what had been written. Time changes nothing. But we are stronger for it.