Julieta Corpus-Winter Apologies
I am sorry for the things I said when it was Winter.
I could blame the moon, but she already gets blamed for a lot.
I could blame the chill in the air coming in from an unforgiving North, but that god does not burden himself with our penance.
I could say that it was the inordinate amount of red wine I consume every night, but that is senseless.
I could blame the lack of self-control I have over my tongue, and…
YES! That’s it. It was my tongue, the boneless cretin, which formed, then rolled out the words: Go away. I no longer love you.
So,
Will you come back if I slice it off?
I await your reply with bleefing lifs.
Metaphorically yours,
Silence.
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