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Genre: Poetic Justice
Word Count: 100
THIS ONE IS MINE
Enan’s grandiloquent notes set off explosions in my heart. I kept every embellished missive in a gilded box. His purple prose enslaved me.
After every beating or tongue lashing, he would gift me with an impassioned written apology and weep until I absolved him of his guilt.
One day he left our cottage whilst I slept. A card on the nightstand, penned in his sweeping hand simply said, “Goodbye.”
I wanted to search for him—beg him to come back. Instead, a fountain of sparks illumes the black sky. His words scatter amid the ashes and my spirit soars.