Peer

i will search through all the envelopes, and use a slightly sharpened knife to slice away the wax seal that refused to let go of the paper. i will open the letter and let the crinkles echo and echo. i will find it empty and i will crash to the ground, while it only falls. i might cry, but i am not sure yet. i haven’t have had enough time to make all my decisions. but i know i will do something grand, something full of gesture, of gusto, of bravery. i will no longer be the hospice, sought in the rain but abandoned in the sun. i will be the tyrant, and i will destroy the dictators with all my will. i will, i will, i say with the resolution of bleeding red ink.