letter to victoria
walden freeman
Posts: 511
victory,
is mine, a hollow bullet or minefield unearthing the graves of explosives once thought to be dead? at my own discretion, i have decided to apologize for being, average. without the rage. emphasis on the avenue, where you were born, prematurely baptized and sent packing to relatives in delaware where you could grow into a girl who buttons shirts evenly and sleeps under quilts during harsh winter nights. the way you smile distracts me from my shaking knees and when your eyes center upon my meager stance, i descend, a would a hungry hawk or gambling elderly woman at a casino, into a bottomless pit's hastily constructed bottom, that was built simply so i'd have something to break my bones before i was inevitable destroyed by the sound of your stiffening joints on a breezy evening. you might want to know, that i have cast aside all doubts about the second face i have been trying to build. i would speak out of both sides of my mouth, if i could only figure out how to sneak into your room at night and knock over the burning candles on your dresser. then, as you scream in fear, i'd hit you, with an excuse that not only explains why i am lurking about your room and residence, but also makes me seem heroic and more muscular than my physical attributes could prove on their own. i just want you to understand, not to stand under any bridge i have auctioned to any engineers in the near-to-distant future.
love,
me
is mine, a hollow bullet or minefield unearthing the graves of explosives once thought to be dead? at my own discretion, i have decided to apologize for being, average. without the rage. emphasis on the avenue, where you were born, prematurely baptized and sent packing to relatives in delaware where you could grow into a girl who buttons shirts evenly and sleeps under quilts during harsh winter nights. the way you smile distracts me from my shaking knees and when your eyes center upon my meager stance, i descend, a would a hungry hawk or gambling elderly woman at a casino, into a bottomless pit's hastily constructed bottom, that was built simply so i'd have something to break my bones before i was inevitable destroyed by the sound of your stiffening joints on a breezy evening. you might want to know, that i have cast aside all doubts about the second face i have been trying to build. i would speak out of both sides of my mouth, if i could only figure out how to sneak into your room at night and knock over the burning candles on your dresser. then, as you scream in fear, i'd hit you, with an excuse that not only explains why i am lurking about your room and residence, but also makes me seem heroic and more muscular than my physical attributes could prove on their own. i just want you to understand, not to stand under any bridge i have auctioned to any engineers in the near-to-distant future.
love,
me
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