Dear Jane,
You have invigorated me with your beauty and your poetic language. Your artful words and your strong identity! So beautiful and intense. It’s lovely, lively and just brilliant.
Yes, my black raven, my mad raven, my mad wife, she pecked at me.
She beat me and hurt me for many years.
She has been warned and told many times that I will leave her, and I have told her I don’t want to stay, and that I will leave.
But as of now, it’s a secret.
You know. My family knows.
And that’s it.
I trust you, and I believe in your friendship deeply.
Love, Edward
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Lisa, oh my darling sweet Lisa, Please don’t be upset, Please just let me expla—- “It’s a great story I’ll bet,” she whispers in a scathing, dark way. My spine hurts from constantly shivering, and her scowl turns into a dark grin. My heart is always pounding so loud like a jack hammer into my lungs yet somehow silent. If she hears it beating too loud, she’ll get angrier. I just got home a little late. I just wanted to take a relaxing drive. But that was too late. I was out of line. I parked the car wrong, too. Too many mistakes. The neighbor yelled about how I parked the car. She had enough.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
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Lovely work!
Since I have not yet read the book, please tell me. Does Edward experience his wife as treating him thus because it is in fact how terribly she treats him, or is it because he is miserable & longs to be with Jane rather than where he is no matter how his wife treats or feels about him?