A letter.

To whom it may concern,

I hope you are well
Tucked up safe in your house where this can't hurt you.
I heard your call but forgot to respond.
It simply slipped my mind as it always does.
One day I will react.
I promise.
Tomorrow will be the start of our future
But I'm not ready for it.
I'm shedding my skin.
Literally but not metaphorically.
I wish I could let it all slip away.
I didn't mean anyone any harm.
It was all an honest mistake.
But dishonesty runs in my blood.
Ancient traditions lost in my dreams.
Time to modernise.
Get with the times.
I make it 22.46.
Did you hear the news?
I passed.
I have the pieces of paper to tell me so.
Why do I still feel like a failure?
The only person I've let down is me.
Disappointment runs rampant.
This isn't over yet.
I'll wait patiently for your response.
We must correspond more regularly.
Yours Truely,
The Queen of Broken Words.

Out in the orchard.

Little acorns turn into great oak trees.
You stunted my growth and now I'm left in the shadows.
Just a tiny weed in your orchard.

Eve ate the forbidden fruit so fuck it.
Why stop there?
I'll take my pick of the sweetest fruits you have to offer.
I'll pick them from the highest branches and I'll see you in hell.

We can watch the cycling of the seasons.
The nesting of the birds.
The falling of the leaves.
The blossom and the fruit.

You can't hide from time.
Time. Just. Keeps. Ticking.
If I stopped every clock in the world would time stand still?
Can I stay stuck in this moment?

Time rots us all.
Food for the earthworms.

It never changes.

My cheeks are damp because you disappointed me again.
Acid tears burning my face.

I want you to hold me and comfort me.
But at the same time I want to slap you and scream at you for making me feel like this.

I want to hate you so much.