The Last Letters Of Vanessa

letter fourteen

dear you,

i hear screaming and shouting from downstairs.

the voices of my mother and her son blend in with the voices inside my head.

the voices that tell me to kill myself every night.

so as i hold a knife to my throat, i don't even see you peering through your window into mine.

but that didn't last for long.

because i caught you in my sight, but neither you nor me flinched.

i threw the knife down and closed the curtains.

because i think i decided,
you will not be the last face i will see when i die.

it will be me.
i will be the last face i will see before i die.

v.r