Tacenda

Love Letters and Obituaries

You sit tensely hunched over your desk.

You are surrounded by broken pencils with smashed tips and ripped off erasers.

You scribble furiously with a stubby piece of graphite - it's size disappearing rapidly into the torn paper.

It finally snaps in your hands and my heart strings snap with it.

You toss me into the pile of other used and forgotten pencils and lovers that can no longer work toward writing or inspiring your vision.

You go through pencil after pencil and heart after heart and you come out with nothing but a love letter covered in splattered blood and illegible scribbles.