tear shaped letters
hardcover is what I want. loose-leaf paper is what comes. I'm weary. lat it all stop. please. the paper has been written on. incomprehensable scribbles. they are red. the words. foolish poems written in blood. I can't break the chains. too much pain. I just can't. throw them away? no. run outside. look up at the overcast expanse. I long for rain. to wash away the words. but I remember that blood stains. it won't go away. it's my blood. don't let it go away.