Discover Willie Watt on Sudden Denouement
Blood on the bedroom leaves.
Forest in every direction—juniper, oak, willow.
I haven’t been writing many
You’ve overcome so many corpse-strewn battlefields.
But I’m worried it’ll be my accidental shining reality that becomes the sword through your armor.
Writing seriously now, I guess. Prose. Careful edits. Peer reviews.
No time for natural gifts
Contrary to popular belief, I’m not opposed to happy endings.
Squinting, I can see one in your eyelashes—at least a bittersweet metamodern fadeout.
These have been my best works yet.
But will it be enough?
Have I set the target too perilously high?
I’d do anything to break your cycle of self-torment.
Well, almost anything.
I couldn’t compromise myself even if I wanted to.
Too much is set in motion.
THC & Caffeine & Nicotine & Alcohol & Adderall.
I can write on anything.
It doesn’t matter anymore.
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