Saturday, November 6, 2010

Letters..to whom. To you.

I have a letter to write, and maybe I have written it before. To: Someone. From: Someone. To no one. To you? A letter to you, but not from me. For whoever you need it to be. This is a letter. I am writing it, and reading it as well. To: Me. You have taken a part of me. Please return it. The stitches are tearing lose. I am a poor medic. Will you repair me? I am stained, bleached white, you stole my color. Wait. Please keep it. I will fill it elsewhere. Just stay. Stay at a distance. I am healing.... It's smaller now; the tear. You, my dear, won't make it through. You may go now. Thank you. From: You. No, from Me. I have buried my own burdens, I have buried you. Now is my time to dig. A letter; a simple reminder. I am my own builder.

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