Miss Havisham
Dear Jack,
My beloved sweetheart bastard. Jilted me, destroyed me and crushed me into broken red pieces. I stink and remember the day we were waiting for so long, but you then decide to run away. Why? Why did you do this to me? Was it because of me? Or was there something wrong? The wedding gown that I wore is decaying, rotting and disintegrating away as days past from that heart breaking day. Don’t think it’s the only the heart that b-b-b-breaks, the soul also b-b-b-breaks. I waited and waited and waited, but no sign from you. Where were you? You malevolent, wicked and corrupt man sent me through hell and allowed me to burn on that day and onwards.
Do you really, really love me? I guess you don’t pretty much since you incinerated me into sorrowful ashes and now I have nothing. It was you who did this to me; a red balloon bursting in my face. Bang. I stabbed at a wedding cake, hoping not to remember the day you jilted me. Was it on purpose? I can change for you to come back my love. Please, please. I spend whole days in bed cawing Nooooo at the wall but not a day since then I haven’t wished you dead. Prayed for it so hard I’ve dark green pebbles for eyes, ropes on the back of my hands I could strangle with. Just give me a male corpse for a long slow honeymoon, better if the corpse was you. There are so much permanent marks on my body that even a whole year wouldn’t be enough to count all of it. My mouth is getting drier and drier each day when I think of you, thirsty for your blood.
Some nights better, dreaming that you would come back for me, I just beg you to come back so I can release all the agony and pain you pierced into my heart onto you. Puce curses that are sounds not words. Some nights better, the lost body over me, my fluent tongue in its mouth in its ear then down till I suddenly bite awake. Sometimes I ask myself who did this to me? You see I have so many questions in my mind to be answered but not a single one have been answered for 20 years. My
My beloved sweetheart bastard. Jilted me, destroyed me and crushed me into broken red pieces. I stink and remember the day we were waiting for so long, but you then decide to run away. Why? Why did you do this to me? Was it because of me? Or was there something wrong? The wedding gown that I wore is decaying, rotting and disintegrating away as days past from that heart breaking day. Don’t think it’s the only the heart that b-b-b-breaks, the soul also b-b-b-breaks. I waited and waited and waited, but no sign from you. Where were you? You malevolent, wicked and corrupt man sent me through hell and allowed me to burn on that day and onwards.
Do you really, really love me? I guess you don’t pretty much since you incinerated me into sorrowful ashes and now I have nothing. It was you who did this to me; a red balloon bursting in my face. Bang. I stabbed at a wedding cake, hoping not to remember the day you jilted me. Was it on purpose? I can change for you to come back my love. Please, please. I spend whole days in bed cawing Nooooo at the wall but not a day since then I haven’t wished you dead. Prayed for it so hard I’ve dark green pebbles for eyes, ropes on the back of my hands I could strangle with. Just give me a male corpse for a long slow honeymoon, better if the corpse was you. There are so much permanent marks on my body that even a whole year wouldn’t be enough to count all of it. My mouth is getting drier and drier each day when I think of you, thirsty for your blood.
Some nights better, dreaming that you would come back for me, I just beg you to come back so I can release all the agony and pain you pierced into my heart onto you. Puce curses that are sounds not words. Some nights better, the lost body over me, my fluent tongue in its mouth in its ear then down till I suddenly bite awake. Sometimes I ask myself who did this to me? You see I have so many questions in my mind to be answered but not a single one have been answered for 20 years. My