Solitary Refinement Chapter 16

Dearest Elizabeth December 12th 2017

So it’s been awhile, a long time actually, and I still haven’t heard anything at all from you. You’re mad at me I know but I really need to see you and the kids, I’m not doing so good in here, it’s not safe for me. I know you’re upset but can’t you forgive me? Can’t you remember why you ever loved me and take pity on a man who misses his family? Do you even miss me at all?

It’s Christmas soon and because a lot of inmates have gifts they want to send to people they have arranged to let us mail some small gifts to our families. I have some small stuff for the kids, stuff like colouring books and gift cards to the toy store because the selection for me to choose from is so limited. Please let the kids have them this time. I have been working really hard to make sure they at least get something from me even if they don’t get to see me.

I’d really love to see the kids, could you bring them to see me before Christmas? I want to hear from Nina what she thinks of the snow this year and if she’s got to make a snowman yet, I usually did that with her. I want to hear from Alister how he is liking school. Is he doing well in school? Are his marks good, is he making friends, have you met his teacher?

I just, I’m having a really hard time in here, I’m not sleeping, I got hurt recently and there’s a few people that are making me really worried and I’m stressed out all the time. Please respond or visit, anything, just so I know you’re reading these or that you care at all.

Sincerely,

Your husband.

Heart on My Sleeve?

I wanted to put my heart

On the cuff of my sleeve,

But there wasn’t one.

I’ve no shirt today,

No sleeves to be found

How will you read me plain?

Here take my heart

I’ll let you keep it

Please hold it true.

Cherish it with joy

Keep it safe,

Put it in your pocket.

And if you say

“I’ve no pocket,

Or even pants to speak of.”

Then hold it in your mind,

As naked both of us,

Are already one.

– Vagabond Prophet

Cheese

vagabondprophet:

If even milk can die

And turn into something great

What does that say of me?

In my current state.

If fruit can perish

Turning into wine

Give strength to my gut,

But not straight off the vine.

Okay you’ve made it clear

I’ll undergo the transformation,

I’ll die and die again

Is this truly salvation?

– Vagabond Prophet

Running Late

vagabondprophet:

Still in bed,

Clock says ‘late’

I’m running reds.

My tires squeal,

I forgot my coat,

And a meal.

Going to be a long day,

In spite of its late start,

In bed I wish to stay.

– Vagabond Prophet

No Coffee

vagabondprophet:

It was awful

Don’t know how this happened,

But it’s true every word.

I journeyed today,

Early in the morn

To a place of sweat and toil.

Still dark when I ventured,

Sky still peeling back

To reveal its splendour

I missed that too,

So my gaze is empty

Just as my cup.

I runneth over with emptiness

My veins don’t know what to do

For today there is no coffee.

– Vagabond Prophet

vagabondprophet:

Blood Red

They asked me what blood type I have,

I said the type that bleeds

When you break the skin.

I found that out

When I broke the skin.

So go ahead take what you need,

It’s similarly red

And I’ll soon be dead.

– Vagabond Prophet

vagabondprophet:

Percolator Love

You’ve been percolating

Just for me,

While I imitate life.

When I’m weary and afflicted

From a fitful sleep, fears reoccurred,

You’re waiting for me.

Epitome of bittersweet,

Bitter enough I need you,

Sweet enough I want you.

Electrify my mind,

Like soul adrenaline

I’ll dance if you ask.

Could we be like before?

When I’d stay up all night,

Just to be with you?

Nowadays more like a crutch,

Keeping weariness at bay

And I hate that.

I want the excitement again

Of first love’s

First sip.

But coffee my dear,

How ever far you stray

You still make my day.

– Vagabond Prophet

vagabondprophet:

I love crosswords
They remind me of
How I came to love you.

I was five across
You were seven down,
And it’s by your definition
That I was ever found.

– Vagabond Prophet

I love crosswords
They remind me of
How I came to love you.

I was five across
You were seven down,
And it’s by your definition
That I was ever found.

– Vagabond Prophet

Percolator Love

You’ve been percolating

Just for me,

While I imitate life.

When I’m weary and afflicted

From a fitful sleep, fears reoccurred,

You’re waiting for me.

Epitome of bittersweet,

Bitter enough I need you,

Sweet enough I want you.

Electrify my mind,

Like soul adrenaline

I’ll dance if you ask.

Could we be like before?

When I’d stay up all night,

Just to be with you?

Nowadays more like a crutch,

Keeping weariness at bay

And I hate that.

I want the excitement again

Of first love’s

First sip.

But coffee my dear,

How ever far you stray

You still make my day.

– Vagabond Prophet