love letter


Dear blank sheet of paper,

I bridle my tongue.

The acidic pencil lead

burnt a hole in her heart.

The anger in her eyes

drew blood from my skin.

No one admits the damage,

we chose to let it smoulder.

I am guilty on all counts,

self-censured, clearing the air,

atonement for ashes and soot.

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