LETTER 07

Letter no. 7 arrived on my doorstep this week, meaning Edged In Black! Series Two has officially started. “ Who is the ghost in your story? ” - the answer lies below…

Text: “ My Dearest,

darling, you haunt me.

Diaphanous and disengaged your
spectre changes its shape- what was
once the outline of you has become the
crisp untouched linen of the left-hand
side of my bed; the wilting flowers
in the vase that I bought myself;
the amour red.

You make symbols and ombromanie
from behind your white sheet (fitted
with eye holes and a frown), casting shadows
on my walls. Once I danced and played
with the butterflies and bunnies you
had conjured. Now the long and piercing
canines jut across my body, consuming me whole,
the wolf is not real but its bite still
carries a sting.

You only come to me in shadows — I cannot
picture your face clearly; black hair, big glasses,
neck scarves all carry a piece of your
mythology. Snatches, snatches are all I
have ever had of you. Your ghost has been
mine for longer than you had been.
Your ghost is all that you could give me.”