aikkhin
"I gave you a new name so no one would catch us... but the truth is, I was just hiding behind a mask."
A quiet confession from the friend who stayed too long in the shadows. Bound by past ghosts, unspoken kisses, and the weight of being a choice versus an option, The Watchtower writes one last unsent letter to her Clark.
An epistolary prose poem about love, defeat, and watching over someone from a distance.