L. V., Idk How To Let You Go

“I see black light.” –Victor Hugo
“…the fog is rising.” –Emily Dickinson
“Now, I shall go to sleep.” –Lord Byron
“Goodnight, my kitten!” –Ernest Hemingway told Mary, his wife, before he, “put the end of the barrel into his mouth, pulled the trigger and blew out his brains.” When the authorities arrived, Mary was sedated and taken to the hospital. It “did not seem to her a conscious lie” when she told the press that his death had been accidental.
“I can’t sleep.” –J. M. Barrie
“…thank God it has come!” –John Keats

—found poetry, in writers’ last words
poem found by: L. V.

a frankenstein poem from writers' last words
edited by L. V.

No one told me good night would be your last words to me. If only I knew. I would have stretched that conversation longer. I wouldn’t have let you close your eyes. I would have pried your mouth open with my teeth until your blood coloured me all over and I would carry you with me everywhere for a lifetime. I will be stained with you for a lifetime. And people will look at me, and they will ask things like, where did all the blood come from? And I wouldn’t know what to say so I’ll just give them a smile or a chuckle, and a shrug. And they will say things like, it doesn’t matter. It brings out the colour in your eyes. And I’ll wonder for a lifetime what they meant by that. - L. V.

I’m drafting my last words
on a brown paper napkin at a café.
But will anyone be there to hear them?
Will you be there
to hold my hand and listen?
- L. V.

L. V., idk how to let you go

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