I wrote you a letter –
tried to phrase a suicide note,
but instead came out
with words that butterfly with hope
and blades that divide decisions
and not wrists. It spoke of love,
of that quiet desperation that I feel
when I am waiting for you to meet my glance,
your averted eyes poised with concentration. It spoke
of how long I waited to build a lifetime
with you, and how in many ways I still am.
It spoke of promises that balloon as uncontrollably
from my chest as panic sometimes drums from
my feet. But mostly,
it spoke of the destructive power of trust;
moment by moment, you destroy my barriers. I
mutilate beyond repair.
Vicky Nall is a happily married woman, residing in a quiet Chicago suburb. She has always had a passion for writing, and when she is not busy working or tending to one of her menagerie of pets, she can usually be found with pen in hand. She has been previously published in The Artistic Muse.