Red Scars Shimmer on Your China Skin

They said you are dead

I am terrified I need to scream to run away but I’m still here just writing while a knot in my throat tries to suffocate me. The tears in my eyes are being forced to die.
And there is this body I hate still living, aging, corrupted, bleeding and vomiting.
My hand tremble too much, I cannot write anymore, I cannot finish the letters I would address to you. I’m on my knees cause I don’t know where you are…
Oh you don’t know how fucking I need you, but they said you were dead.