Dear You,

My heart has been cold and airless lately. I’ve chased everyone out with kitchen cutlery and padlocked the door.

You should know though, my bleeding friend, that at night I think of you when I retreat down stairs to conjure every sooted demon privileged enough to haunt my trembling brain. I greet them each with a smile and kiss as they climb out of sulphured depths, and just before they stand upright–BAM!

BAM! BAM! Two to the chest and one to the head.

Farewell, dogged footsteps! I have been afraid and I have been weak for too long. There’s a green city down the road and I hope to see you there, love.

I promise to pull back the curtain.

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