PUTTING YOURSELF OUT THERE

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It hurts, waiting for the response that never comes

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love note
naked thin ink
she folds three times
on a crease

sealed, stamped
slipped through
the impartial plot
of a cold postal

slot — she holds
herself open
eons, listening
to no echo, ever

she sinks
wide
dark
deep

in her furrow
stalactites
weep spikes and drip
forever

🤍
Laurie Perez — Novelist

Every now and then, you have to play the sad song, touch the bruise left unattended and feel into its deep, bitter ache.

We’ve all been there — you shared a link; they didn’t click it. You gave a gift; they didn’t open it. You submitted a story; they let it rot beneath a slush pile. You professed your love; crickets answered.