"Kalyptein (Black Ink)" Bricked Stories

Floral anniversary card tucked in the pocket; it will never see a need.

The baker in back need not knead the dough into a heart shape;

the red peppers will never spell out the words that moment was meant to.

Black envelopes arrive unwelcome in the mail.

Upon opening wounds reopen, sewing again a crop of infertile seed;

a husband's voice trickles over the land, still, the words he had always meant to.

How one moment can steal love.

Why, does one moment steal love?

Now, in this moment, still love?

I don't see the purpose.

There was no need.

Why not me?

Why not you?

You were behind the wheel!

Why not you, who does not deserve to feel

You have taken everything!

The will to fight included.

So, you win.

You win.

I have no reason left to fight: no purpose, nothing to protect.

I have failed my duties sworn; I have failed her.

You win.

You took everything.

You win.

I'd deliver you this message,

but I fear if I saw your face I would become a monster;

I am no longer a man.

And I am not above revenge.