i bolt in the opposite direction
engrossed in diabolical SCREAMS
upon my death the letters & syntax
which fuels my fibrous core
will be flattened & obliterated
no more delightful fonts
from now on curves or nuances
are obstructed by only
o.n.e. – f.l.a.t. – l.i.n.e.
it’s ok though
i am honestly at peace
with this – when you’ve spent
the majority of your life
with some sort of utensil
in between your thumb
and index finger – you begin
to realise the power behind
the distinctive triangles, circles,
& curly cues that flow
and scribble forever
all i can think at present
is how to finalise this letter
it’s a love letter i wrote
to myself – which holds all
of life’s secrets – especially the ones
no one wants to discuss
in the boudoir — now i’m focused
on two simple words that i may
ponder throughout moments
of tribulation – they are simple
words — can you guess them?
i\’ll never reveal…
Inspired By Anna Mazzotta, Mourning Love Letters
CCIQ Press 