Last Letter



It wasn’t meant to go this far


You told me

spewed it to me

after one hundred

twenty one days


I thought this was real


I believed that those

two hundred

and twenty nine minutes

were as real as life itself


But you brandished me


Molded me into a piece of marble

placed me at the tip of your finger

and devised a plan so fluently

that even Satan himself was terrified






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