It's me again. Your favorite daughter, in case you've forgotten. Do you ever think about me? Because sometimes you occupy my mind all day. I miss you. So much it hurts. All I can remember are those last words. The doctor walked in, so you had to go. You hung up the phone, and we said our goodbyes. I just wish I knew then that you wouldn't return. If I had known, I would have hugged you one last time. I would have hugged you so tight that you'd have to stay. But I didn't, because I thought you'd be okay. Daddy, I wonder if you miss me, because I miss you. I miss your smile. I miss your silly dances. I miss your terrible singing. I miss your laughing voice. Most of all, I miss your hugs. I hope this message reaches you, up there in heaven. I hope that you can feel this last hug I'm sending over. Remember that card I made you in fifth grade? The one with the drawing of me with my arms outstretched? Well, this letter is like that card. I love you bunches.

Sincerely, 

Your Little Girl

[Warning: Adult content advisory. Pass on this if you're squeamish or easily offended. Experimenting with horror. My apologies in advance...]

This altar

A dinner table

Where we take

Our seats

To feast

"Blessings on this meal we eat,"

My bride demures

I carve the feet

They're bony

But she loves

The meat

Beneath the smoking habit

The tasty Nun's shape shifts

As I carve another slice

And fork it to my lips

I caught them in the rookery

On edge of carnal sin

I tempted them with trickery

So I could punish them

The sister moaned in pleasure

As the father rang her bell

And now the two are dinner

For my demon hoard in Hell

The Priest's frozen in horror

Of what we have in store

He knows he's on the menu

When we've finished

With his whore...

Her heart is getting colder. It needs your warmth.

Don't ask her if she needs you, she will say "no" in a brittle voice.

Take a cab as soon as you realize she's about to loose all confidence in her self. Don't walk out of your apartment, RUN as fast as you can because it takes a second for the sky to fall on someone's head, it takes a second for someone to die inside. When you're in front of her house, fight the sadness in your eyes, don't even try to have pity she doesn't need it . She will open her door and fall apart. Oh! She might as well wait for you to enter, ask you if you need something to drink and maintain the tears inside until your cup is half finished but still, she will fall apart. It depends on how long her heart has been left in such a cold mood.

When she starts crying, take her in your arms, hold her strong because her knees are going to be far too weak to stand without falling. Don't speak, don't promise her anything because she'll think you're doing it out of pity. If she didn't take her bath yet, take her to the bathroom, get her clean, put her a clean pyjamas and enter under the blanket with her. She might give you her back, hold her tight from there and let her feel your heart beating, it will assure her she's still alive. Caress her hair and give her a kiss, anywhere on her face. Be kind to her because she needs it. If she turns and look into your eyes, I hope she will see all the love you carry for her and realize she's worth loving and go to sleep free from her fears not all but at least the worst who is not being enough for your love.

I hope she will wake up with a little smile on her face. All her fears will not wipe off at once but don't abandon her. Her heart will get better, she'll get better if and only if you stay next to her.

She'll get better but love her tenderly, love her patiently.

Cease with the "I loved you and trusted you, my mistake not yours" phrase.

Since when is it normal to hurt people and instead abnormal to have reliance and love for them?

Screw those who hurt you. Spit on their faces. Hit them and run. Throw eggs on their cars. Sneak in their apartment and break their TV, destroy their settee, write on their walls. It'll help you to evacuate hatred. You can go for the good human being action, simply forgive them and try to move on until you do.

Don't allow yourself to think it's because your are fat, skinny, not dark enough, not white enough or I don't know what ever thing you are questioning. You're beautiful. You're exceptional.

Cease with the "I loved you and trusted you, my mistake not yours" phrase. because the blame is and will never be on you it's on them.