Edgar Allan Poe Letter To Father

The pendulum swings closer this night only to wake up to the walls closing around us. As much as I admire the stories of Edgar Allen Poe, I have never expected my life to become on macabre tale. When we manage to pry our eyes open in the morning, a new fate has introduced itself to us on the premise of death whether this be the jaws of a lion, or the cruel burning of ant bites. While my time in the Congo has been spent as an observer, I have come to the decision to write this letter to you purely for the benefit of our family and your own wellbeing. Father has been forcing beliefs on the people of the Congo only to reinforce his own tales in his beloved God. I know that you have been pondering thoughts about when to leave the Congo and how but right now you have the ability to stand up to Father by stepping away from your shy mother figure that you try so deeply to uphold and appeal directly to the man himself. Ever since we have arrived in the Congo your behavior has twisted and has only gotten worse since Ruth May has bitten the bullet. Or more accurately the bullet, a snake in this case, has bitten her. Perhaps this behavior was there all along, like my slant, but your disapproval of Father’s actions, unlike my slant, was kept hidden. While Father continues to go further down the rabbit hole in search of religion, what are you to him? Will you be the Alice to his Mad Hatter?