Cell
I dispatched your agony on a wintry morning. Patient rust on the letter-box. Yours. People tell stories these days. That you had trapped yourself in your letter-box. Thought you deserved a prison. A cell to yourself.
"Life began from a cell," I'd told you, one day.
"Life began from a cell," I'd told you, one day.
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