dear torment

September 5, 2011 Posted by the writer

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.



About the writer

gretchen's brain is preoccupied with words.

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