Photons

A photon opened your letter and skipped across the page on its way back to the sun and forgot what it read

With speed like massless particles your letter lodged itself inside my sensors alongside light and other things

Words masquerading as coherent negotiating their way around my synapses like decaying serotonin from a decade ago

The shame of it should never be survived and your breath moving in out as it was is proof of your psychopathy

That photon holds the key to the cache of frauds and ghost stories we have endured so many times and

Our punctured brains dementia’d forget each day the piercing warnings from 90 seconds ahead and coming

Where stabbing is repeated such a shock and shake and why didn’t I know until it happened again and again

Your letter writes itself over and meets the other works of dismissal and delay and defence and less and less

Put your pen away and let us find the reader in the sun to guide us away from the horror and torture for good