KEETO
No words exist for the regret that swells the veins in my eyes. This morning’s act of despair nearly killed the hope that both Eli and I carry, yet for whom, and to what end, our lives are ostensibly precious was predictably omitted from Nathruyu’s latest heart-to-heart, if you can call it that. She drops fragments that are just enough to keep me dependent on her in order to fill the ever growing chasm between what I know to be true …
… and what I fear to be.
