It’s 2:12 and I want to text you because I am thinking about you but I don’t know what to say and I know you won’t respond because you are asleep and you are not thinking of me. I get sad when I think of you but it isn't that often anymore. You are like a spider bite but a necrotic one, under my skin and inside of me and rotting slowly. One day my gangrenous heart will burst and spill rot all over the world, and they will make you clean it up. It was your fault, after all.
Drew Martyn over 3 years ago
Maggie, this is great. I love the way the first couple of sentences as the words tumble out of you like you have no control; the reader can't help but read them fast. Then the second half of the drabble, with its almost horror-story imaging, powerful. Poignant and potent :)
Maggie Holly over 3 years ago
Thank you, Drew!
Neville Hunt over 3 years ago
Agree with Drew. This is very sad and highly readable.
Roger Noons about 3 years ago