dear torment
(i stretched)
to reach: a snapped elastic.
(i danced)
to your sound: silence.
i wrote you another letter today,
it said something. didn’t it? even if. you are
gone. an only time. where flexibility deceives:
when it’s you. not me. not you. when it’s me.
(i slept)
to pretend: like i wasn’t changing.
(i awoke)
to your sound: silence.
sincerely.
yours.
If someone is tormenting you, dear GC, your loyal blog tribe will have them hunted down and killed.
Just sayin’
i love you. loyalty is so underestimated. the intermittent forays of self-torment… x