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23h
Really?
There’s a drawer amiss.
No.
No.
Close it.

Inhale.
Exhale.
Open.
Close it.
Again.

It’s futile.
But.
Again.
Again.
Again!

It’s still there. 
Jesus Christ!
It’s been 11 years
Could’ve waited till I was dead
At least that I could bear 

Breathe.
A false thought?
This parcel not a letter?
Please.
I mustn’t seethe

Hand out.
Reach.
Grab?
No.
Fall back.

It’s in this room?
The golden Marriott.
3 floors 6 doors
How?
Even WiFi struggles for Zoom

Think.
Think!
She was a ghost!
Yet mold grows 
Emerging from the sink.

It’s been so long.
Why?!
I could just wash it down
I grew happy
Not missing her song

Whatever.
I do not care.
It’s just some words.
If worthwhile?
Well, That’d be rare

Hand out. 
Reach.
Grab!
Grit.
There must be no doubt. 

Open.
Read.
Breathe.
Breathe.
Breathe!

My god
She did it.
I knew.
But.
She admits?!

Why?!
All this time
Yet a confession now?
It was obvious!
A worthless lie.

You ran!
Victim to truth?
And for what?
Because you couldn’t handle that?
Your fling with a man?

What about me?
Closure for whom?!
Must be so nice~
Being so hung on guilt 
That you couldn’t see?

A worthless letter 
A worthless lie
A worthless person 
Digging up graves
Just to feel better 

Inhale.
Exhale. 
Close it.
Place.
Close it.
A prompted piece. The prompt was "Write a Confession found in a Hotel Drawer"
Shemar Mahase
Written by
Shemar Mahase  23/M/Boston
(23/M/Boston)   
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