Note owled to Theodore with a single black rose
Theodore,
I do hope you are recovering quickly. How horrible it must have been to have your minger fling of the moment stolen from you.
Wipe that smug look off your face. As though your father could manage such a feat. I don't think you even believed me when I told you I found a Seer.
Since you spoke with poetry in your last letter to me, I feel I should return the favour. I do hope these words by another ease your convalescence.
If the moon smiled, she would resemble you.
You leave the same impression
Of something beautiful, but annihilating.
Both of you are great light borrowers.
Her O-mouth grieves at the world; yours is unaffected.
You bastard.
Not yours,
Ever,
Tracey
[Just a note so there's no copyright infringement: The poem is the first stanza of "The Rival" by Sylvia Plath.]
I do hope you are recovering quickly. How horrible it must have been to have your minger fling of the moment stolen from you.
Wipe that smug look off your face. As though your father could manage such a feat. I don't think you even believed me when I told you I found a Seer.
Since you spoke with poetry in your last letter to me, I feel I should return the favour. I do hope these words by another ease your convalescence.
If the moon smiled, she would resemble you.
You leave the same impression
Of something beautiful, but annihilating.
Both of you are great light borrowers.
Her O-mouth grieves at the world; yours is unaffected.
You bastard.
Not yours,
Ever,
Tracey
[Just a note so there's no copyright infringement: The poem is the first stanza of "The Rival" by Sylvia Plath.]