My first submission! a garden of babies, an apology to him. it took me months to find the right title. until i watched a sore documentary about a woman growing back her lost hair to alopecia. and there it was. significance, this lustrous thing all my life i've hidden behind. no more. i haven't sent it yet. instead i feel stunned, shaken that i've finally let this tumbleweed loose. for years its sat an ache in the small of my back. i've spent a good sum seeing the best frenchmen for the pain, yet it stayed fixed, bending me slump, broken. i haven't written anything long in a while. this is my first letter to undead men
this ink band, i've had since i was eighteen. i hate it most of all the less considered things about me. for years i've wanted it covered in a thick black collar. i've also wanted it removed. for years i've worried about the events it might dissuade from my life. but here it is, exposed. i've been overthinking. there's no need for me to sleep in the dark with you.