work is love
made visible.
kahlil gibran
my dear ms. memesis,
it was just over a
year ago when your
venom entered my
veins & corrupted my
blood;
almost exactly, six months have
passed since you dispatched my
corporate remains to
perdition.
most memorable is the
depth of your personal
unhappiness––
you were the first business
person to talk to me of
suicide (your own), &
my associates warned that one must learn to
suffer the caustic lash of
your imperious
tongue.
did you
really
need to
DOMINATE my
soul? to choke the
life out of my
work? to suffocate my
heart?
how much i
suffered from
cancer; how much
more I suffered by your
hand.
i flinch at the merest
memory of you &
my stomach
turns.
you drowned me in
your hell &
i couldn’t
speak.
you drowned me in
your hell &
i couldn’t
breathe.
my temperature
spiked & i
shuddered in
your thrall because
i needed a
job.
because i
feared, i feared
death by
cancer. because i
needed a
job.
you crippled my
heart like your
own & I cannot
forget what i
want to
forget–– what i
need to
forget.
I want to get
you off of my
chest & out of my
head.
I am praying
every day to be
strong enough
to overthrow this
gut wrenching
rage––
to disgorge
you from my
memory––
to forgive.
may you
find some ray of
happiness in your
crumpled life &
may we both
somehow
find
peace.