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The Last LetterI write a letteranothera letter for every pill I swallow,and another every vial of blood relinquished for the microscope, every moment of a life laced with pain, poisoned by disability. I write more letters for the years, for the moments of fear I cannot survive the curse inherent in the witch's apple or the venom inflicted by the snake at my heel. I write letters for the lost angels who have no voice, too weary from tears of agony, abandonment, isolation, pain -- confused angels in an alien landscape that once was home -- a twisted deja vu moving backward. I wrote a letter to you pages and pages never mailed with only one plea -- help me. My pen is weary, my hand is still, my heart is spent. I no longer know the words to write or remember the name to sign. Perhaps someday I will write one final letter, place it in a bottle and throw it to the sea. |