Dear John

Today Pegman took us on a trip to Guatemala. The pictures reminded me of my recent trip to Peru. Thanks! Pegman (a.k.a – k. rawson)

You have taken me on one wild ride.
But it’s over.
As of today, this minute,
we are no longer entangled
like bad ideas that never meshed.

You loomed over me
thinking you were smarter, funnier
more attractive, more elegant
by far.
Saying I was wrong for you
even as you clung to me
like an itchy spider web.

Together we tore up friendships
collected lovers
discarded them
never thinking of the harm we’d done.
Always
Always
wanting more of what we should not have.
Attracting and crushing lives.

No more. We are finished.
I am tossing you out beside
the memories
of my broken heart.
You can no longer harm me.

And, no, I will not be kind
I wish you every evil
you bestowed on me.
Every curse you delivered to others.
No need to ask, I will tell you
I do not love you
anymore.

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Busted

This is my 104 word letter in response to the lovely picture of moths beneath a highly-edited sign at a McDonald’s in Somewhere, USA.

Dearest Wilbur,
Your comments and suggestions should be directed to someone who cares.
F.Y.I, that is NOT me.
(Perhaps your new secretary will oblige)
I don’t care if you hate my green dress and despise the brown one.
(You seem to like your secretary in ~ or out of ~ blue)
I will not dye my hair blonde.
(Like your secretary’s)
Pleasing you is no longer my concern.
(Your secretary is doing a fine job)
From now on you can eat at McDonald’s, iron your own clothes, and dust your own dust.
I sincerely thank you for fifteen miserable years. Claudette
P.S. I sold your cat