unread voice memos. unsent footnotes.

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to: mary shelley (the girl who wrote grief into a body)

status: recovered voicemail fragment

date recovered: undated

contents classified: literary resurrection, romantic contamination, archival intimacy

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[grief rendered as fiction. playback corrupted.]

click here to listen

best heard with headphones. probably cursed.

the lights flickered, the static rose, and my cat hissed before disappearing into the hallway.

recovered document | subject: excessive metaphor

you called it divine justice. i call it a grudge with structure.

you really wrote 14,233 lines of poetry because i didn’t reply.

you invented an entire theology just to drag people you didn’t like.

you wrote me into hell because i didn’t text you back. not metaphorically—literally. with circles. and labels. and personalized punishments.

virgil was your rebound therapist and beatrice was a manic pixie dead girl who never even gave you her number.

and still, somehow, i’m the one in your inferno.

maybe i didn’t answer your letter. maybe i forgot your face. maybe i existed without worshipping you.

you could’ve let it go. instead, you gave me a metaphorical punishment and footnotes.