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The letter found me.

Caught my ankle as I passed, and would not let go, as if imploring me to help.

The rain had cried copious tears upon your words.

My tears joined them as I read.

Nothing is more bittersweet

Than the passion and the pain

Of unrequited love.

 

About Thewitch

Nikki is a half centenarian, an eternal teenager, and mother of four geniuses. In her previous incarnation, she was a famous Parisian courtesan, and witch, thus explaining her habit of talking to the moon in french. Due to her inability to control her thought/speech processes, she writes about life, love, laughter and anything else that happens to spill out. Those of a strong constitution can read more on her About page.

13 responses »

  1. I love how you made it the rain’s fault for blurring the words. And I like how you personified the letter itself. My only note, and this is totally subjective, but the phrase “My tears joined them as I read” feels self-indulgent to me.

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