Folded
By birksy
Folded, she found the letter, creased into quarters, one over another, the paper, it’s lines dented deeply within with a writing she knew wasn’t his. How slowly she bent to pick up its edge, delicately cupped within shaking hands, she watched it, her face kept perfectly still, her heart, how it hurt her insides. She rested it by his afternoon tea, waited for over three hours before eventually she could wait no more she took it and read it alone. And what she read, how it sliced! Through her heart, through her life with the tales it gleefully told, and now as she'd found it in cruel recompense did she cry, and her life, too, fold. Written May 21st, 1998 © on Oct 24 2002 07:56 PM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 1
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