Pen-PalFor 15 years I’ve been writing letters to Someone.More Like This
No, not just anyone, in fact…Someone, whose name I don’t know because my mother told me to write a letter to Someone the summer after my dad passed, so that’s exactly what I did. Dear Someone, I wrote, and I signed it sincerely, Me. In some ways, it was like writing a letter to Santa, but Santa’s replies were stock and bulk printed to apply to the typical general letter, and Someone’s replies changed each time. My mother photocopied all my letters before I sent them and collected them in a booklet as precious mementos. I collected my replies.
When I was 15, I asked my mom if she had been the one replying. Honestly, I said. I mean, who else would I be writing letters to? Someone, with no address. Yet somehow, the letter got places, and somehow one always returned with no address other than “Me.” I went through a phase of tests to get my mom to confess, a phase of disbelief, a phase
I writeTo escape this grim reality we call lifeMore Like This
Into a world of my own creation
I cower in the dark recesses of my mind
And make way for my imagination
To run wild
To pretend I am something different
Not the broken person that I am
Happy, strong, controlling it
That's just how it is, I say it 'cause I can
Like a child
To be in control of something
Holding the world together
Because I'm tired of spiraling
I just want things to be how they were
Back when I smiled
To remember and hold on
The past is so precious, so dear to me
I can't bear that it's gone
I can pretend you're still here with me
But still, I know you died
To stop thinking
Because I'm just so tired
To stop the world from spinning
Just to rest for a little while
These are the reasons why...
The Worst Antagonist of Them AllI’m the maker of horrendously tragic startsMore Like This
The molder of unfixable broken hearts
I’m the planner of twisting roads of pain
Where goals can never be obtained
I take pleasure in friendships torn in two
And rejoice as enemies begin to accrue
I’ve cursed the lands to suffer in anguish
The inhabitants of such will surely languish
I tear my loved ones limb by limb
Certainly, their lives were nothing but grim
I spill blood of the damned and innocent both
If only, for them, it wasn’t my oath
I evoke tears of anger, sorrow, and strife
As I claim yet another precious life
Betrayal, cunning, and wicked lies
In the end, that’s right, everyone dies!
I’m sure you’re all very curious
“Who’s this person, so injurious?”
“A murderer bent on taking revenge?
The thirst of which will never be quenched?”
“A wicked soul who’s lost their way?
Pulling down with it those who go astray?”
“An antisocial killer who liv
Dead RingerWhen they shook hands, the first things John noticed about Gregory Treb were his fingers. “Piano-playing fingers,” his old woman would have said. They were long and lean- the kind more suited to detail work than heavy lifting. It wasn't a trait John had expected in a bellfounder.More Like This
He was sure Mr. Treb would disagree with this idea- just like he disagreed with everything John had said.
“That bell is a masterpiece.” The man flung his arm toward the stone chapel behind them. “You have no idea how many days went into making it. And now you're demanding a replacement?”
John sighed. “As town foreman, it's my job to make sure everything is working like it should. It's a nice bell, sure- rings real pretty. But it's a weak one.”
Treb's frown deepened. “You ordered a bell for services. Something like that needs to be soothing and sweet. Especially here!” He looked askance at the structure, then at the graveyard stretching behind it.