Dearest,
I’m split in two. I’m seriously disturbed as I twirl out of your world. This existence I used to see is no longer visceral and vivid but now dull and restricted. My notions compile and combust on top of each other and can no longer exit or execute.
Dearest,
I’m seriously dumb. I forget how to speak, but I see the whole world in my mind, please help me leave. I’ve turned into the kind of woman I hate, permissive and docile, well and behaved, where did my spirit go? Where did hatred go? As I walk I feel warmth in my small hollow chest, I know you can deal.
Dearest,
Can you hear? I’m stuck up here.
You poetry is inspiring. I hope that you continue to write.
Best,
Professor Freeman