The Letter I Can't Read

Exploring what haunts the ones left behind through a single question "will the letter ever be read?"

This collection is not strictly autobiographical. The poems explore emotions and perspectives: some lived, some imagined, some observed.

It's different from a random poetry collection. A story that needs to be read in order or the letter won't make sense otherwise. It's a story from my head. You don't necessarily have to relate it to real life even if the shadows look familiar.

Book cover: A photo clicked by me with a sprinkle of editing using Canva.

𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

This collection deals with the aftermath of suicide. It includes non-graphic references to:
Self harm, blood, sleep disturbances, dissociation.
Please read with a safer headspace and care.

Also: a woman argues and yells at a piece of paper, scolds a ghost for not using the internet (I believe you deserve to be warned about that)

A final warning: I used a lot of idioms & slant rhymes (hope you can take it)

I think my broken humour, too, requires a trigger warning...

𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 (𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦) 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘺 𝘮𝘦.

𝐓𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬

If you've followed me from my previous works, I'd like to change your expectations (in case I've managed to set any):

This collection does not include any draft, side notes or a signature style for ending a piece (intentionally so)
Just a story that knows nothing but to escalate without any interruption.

This collection is half the length of my previous one.

26 was the alphabet of life
13 is an unlucky prime
One single letter left me torn
And half the world I knew is gone.
―Anna

~T.A