Dear Angelina,
A letter from my character to another

I never got your letter, Angel
The one you left me in my porch
I was sent to the Manor
The overachiever, wasn't I, Lina?
You thought I was coming home, didn't you?
So did I
They put me in a room, and Angel
I swear I could hear you cry
Bu you weren't there
You were writing a letter back in Rye
Lina, I was not angry with you
I thought you were going to die
They did things to me
I am changed, I am somewhere they can't find
I am glad it was me
But Angel, did you not hear me cry?
I was away, not in Rye, I was kept away
From you Lina,
The moment they took me, I cursed the fading of the light
Why didn't I run faster, Angel?
Did I even try?
They were on me like wolves
Jagged teeth, rabid eyes, oh Lina,
I cursed the fading of the light
And I don't know if I can even look at you the same
You were mine, weren't you? For a time
You were mine Angel,
But they changed me, Lina
Hunted, kept away from light
Fear is everything
And the claws in my cheeks
Tell me my mind is not mine.
From Tora.
About the Creator
Essie
Brambling, atypical logorrhoea that really materialise in the form of hatching worms. Or stars.
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Comments (1)
I’m sorry you didn’t get the letter or run faster! Amazing poem!