She smoothed the red envelope and
could just make out the cut out uneven squares
provided by the morning paper
I KILL YOU
She placed the unopened letter to the in-tray
and walked back to her desk.
She smiled.
She could still smell the glue on her fingers.
Verba volant, scripta manent !
Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
A bit of this, a bit of that, the meandering thoughts of a dreamer.
It’s just D.I.Y. What could go wrong 😈
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