Love Letters Never Sent

11 March
My dearest love

I will be getting married in two weeks. He is a good man and claims to love me. We walk on the beach while he holds an umbrella over my head to protect me from the sun perhaps. I have told him about you, about our meetings. He tells me to forget you.

I think about the afternoons that we spent on the beach underneath the light of the sun filtered through the leaves, and I wish I could live underwater. Perhaps that way my skin could absorb the comforting silence of the sea. I feel like a prisoner. I can't sleep.

Always yours,


11 April
My dearest love

I am writing to you from my honeymoon. We are in Soroa. It hasn't rained one single day since we have been here. He makes love to me as if he were afraid I would break into a million pieces. He kisses my eyes and my ears as if he wanted to seal them from you. He strokes my forehead with humid flower petals to cleanse my mind of my memories of you. His kindness sometimes makes me want to cry.

Still yours,


11 january
My dearest love

I am pregnant.


11 august

My dearest love

A thick wax grows inside me. It is plundering my veins. I roll like a buoy in the harbor. There is no way to mitigate the heat. I wash my clothes and wear them wet to refresh myself. I hope to die of pneumonia.
I poison my food and my milk but it keeps growing. The baby grows inside the poison. My husband has been in the Orient for two months. He is afraid to come home.
If it is a boy, I will abandon it. I will embark on a ship of candles to receive your kiss.

I love you








Poetry by Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-01-18 at 18:32

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Shannon Ann Britto
Very well written & heart touching. Keep up the great work Ashe!
2017-05-25


normalil
OMG! This is tragic. It brought tears. (Again.)
2017-05-16



Well isn't this just a little bit of lovely. Really enjoyed this xx
2017-05-07


sagi
When a wavering decision produces indelible consequences, the mind provides strange and shocking solutions and perceptions.

Enjoyed your piece a lot!
2017-05-06


Kee Zealy The PoetBay support member heart!
Interesting to say the least. I noticed the date for each date of the letters was on the eleventh of the month, is there significance to that? It seems this describes the death knell of ones spirit when one marries for all the wrong reasons. As stark as this is, its like dieing a slow death and ending in an apathetic state, with no place to go.
2017-05-05


Dah
This leaves me speechless, breathless.

Unique beyond words.

Bravo Poet! ))
2017-05-04


antoniya katelieva-wood The PoetBay support member heart!
You welcome Ashe
2017-05-01


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
This really is amazing. I am so sorry I missed it. Wonderful work :)
2017-05-01


antoniya katelieva-wood The PoetBay support member heart!
Such interesting story well written Ashe. Well done.
2017-04-30


Editorial Team The PoetBay support member heart!
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2017-04-28



i think she will die of a violent death!
2017-01-19


Deeps
I don't know what to say. I don't understand it as yet. May be a little bit I do but don't want to. Can't say. It is taking all of my body to react to your words. Will take some time and come back to you, Ashe
2017-01-19


Bibek
A strange turning. Shocked me.
2017-01-19


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is very strange and compelling. I liked it.
2017-01-18


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
I love to click on a poem and find something utterly unexpected, as this is.

The things people never say, never send, must be infinitely more telling that what is said or sent. This is stunning and brutal in its honesty. It's compelling as all get-out.
2017-01-18


Ivan R
Amazing read. Its so beautifully written.The stories are fascinating. Great write
2017-01-18


Maija Liepins
Ah, yes. This.

P.s. I love how letters (as a form for telling a story) are revealing in what information is penned, and what information is left to the imagination - between the lines and between the dates.

P.P.S. I still like to write letters for real, when I can, even in this digital age. It's an intensely personal format quite unlike any form of conversation which is characterised by the back and forth. Talking to yourself but not. A one sided conversation with someone in your head, captured on the page.
2017-01-18