A Mailbox Melody
For poppy’s May challenge #5
Again he ruffled my feathers.
Knowing well he will only pluck them out.
I tugged my finger as I carefully watched it descend down the spine of the dotted fold in my spiral notepad,
detaching the paper from the trimmed lines,
as it slid a baritone break..
The melody my ink sang as it dripped off my pen
and onto the lines forming a dedication of yet again, invaluable words to him,
that erode my confidence.
The ink had a strong scent, like wet paint.
Blowing soft wind with my lips over the written cursive “I love you” so it wouldn’t smear
before folding it in halves.
Gliding my tongue along the minty sticky strip,
sealing the letter with a kiss.
I addressed the envelope to myself.
About the Creator
Natasha Collazo
**Studying Modern Journalism @ NYU **
Project: The diary of an emo Latina
I get inspired at the mid of night
Stock market by day, howler by night
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Death is a black hole. Think about it. A black hole is the corpse of a star, something once warm and bright, now come to the end of its life cycle. But some will argue that the cycle of life does not end with death. That death is merely another path we must walk once our bodies expire and our souls ascend. In that moment, when the fuel in the star’s chemical tank hits empty and the shiny matte coat explodes into supernova, the mass left behind – the corpse – becomes a black hole. We understand that, around such a vast cadaver, dimensions work a little differently in death to the way we’re used to in life. For example, light cannot escape the pull of a black hole when it hits the point of no return. That’s where it gets its colour. Space itself is contorted by a black hole. That’s where it gets its funny shape. Even time. Time slows right down the closer you get to it. The closer you get to a black hole. The closer you get to death.
By Matthew Curtis5 days ago in Humans
Comments (7)
I loved your descriptions here!!!
So vivid!! Loved the clever opening lines, the impactful close, and everything in between!
Aww I adore the ending. I was hooked right from the start but I love the uplifting message of this.
Awesome work! Well written and heartfelt😊
This is amazing!
"The melody my ink sang as it dripped off my pen and onto the lines forming a dedication of yet again, invaluable words to him, that erode my confidence." Those were my favourite lines! I reread them a few times. Loved your poem!
So heartfelt! Self-love is so important, beautiful reminder. You inspire me to write a letter to myself 🥰🌸💕