Letters from the Gauntlet, May 2025 (or: 16 years later)

And so

What to do with this

Sisyphus-sized boulder

In the pit of my stomach

Pulling me

Down down down

Drown drown drown

Like Alice in her own tears

This absurd

Dodo-bird

Mad-hatter

Cheshire-smile world.

EAT ME

DRINK ME

And I do

Anything in sight

And it all

Tastes bitter

Choked down with an unspoken prayer

To a caterpillar or a god or a star or

Anything that could hear

"Anywhere but here"

(Post Script / Part 2)

Here where I wish you were

Fishes in bowls

Lost souls

But at least we were together

Lost alone is the burden

You left me with

Fuck you

(How)

I wish

(How I wish)

You were here