Letters to DeathDear Death,More Like This
Could you please kill him? Please? Please. Please. Please.
K (age 9)
8 years of silence
Okay. I’m kind of nervous about this, but let’s make one thing clear: I want to talk to you, not meet you. Alright? Just let me sleep a little. Let me find the abyss and come back.
I don’t want to dream anymore. Save me.
1 day of silence
No one could wake me last night. Thank you.
I’m ill, I know that. My cheeks are rough with dried tears, and I can’t stop throwing up the pills that paved the road to you. I love you, but I don’t want to meet you now, not yet. Not anymore. Maybe I’ll change my mind in a few months. That’s the usual pattern. I’ll try not to. I’ll try to stay sane.
Yes. Right now, I swear I will never bother you again.
Lots of love,
2 years of silence
Let this be my official complaint concerning a