The Last Package – Excerpt

Good evening everyone,

I’m throwing this post in the two categories that make the most sense; one should be obvious, the other perhaps not so much but at this point in time you could probably tell since this was originally submitted back in 2009 but still holds the author’s original name (Undisclosed).

This piece is part of an extremely long compilation of 200+ writing pieces that no one ever bothered to read, and the consequences with that neglect have made themselves very well known, unlike the author and his other hundreds of writing pieces.

I’m submitting it here so that others who may have more interest in it than where it was originally posted may see it and do with it what they will with the message it conveys about the twisted insides of someone once known.

The work is what follows bellow…;

The valentine before the last and before the last I packaged my heart for someone to have

I had a nicely sized box and bright red wrapping paper that covered the bottom

And on the top were a pink lid and a big red bow and a little tag that had a message;

“Here’s a little something from me to you, I made it look pretty cause I know it’s not much, but it’s all I have and I’ve taken very good care of it, I hope now that it’s yours you will do the same, but if this is not what you had in mind than the return address is on the bottom. – Yours truly; the somewhat confident me.”

The valentine before the last I had packaged my heart for someone to have

It was returned damaged so I fixed it up with red tape and a bow

The box was still intact so I placed it inside

But the paper was ripped and the bow had been torn in places

Still I made it look best I could, and I attached another tag that held a message;

“Here’s a little something from me to you, I made it look pretty cause I know it’s not much, it’s all I have and it was damaged once, so please give it a home that resides in you, and take very good care of it because it’s precious to me, but if this is not what you had in mind, than there is a return address on the bottom. – Yours truly; the somewhat damaged me.”

The last valentine, the one before this, I repackaged my heart again for someone to have

It was returned damaged and nearly beyond repair, so I included an IV with what all I had left

There was no tape, no paper, no bow, just a small little box that was frayed at the edges

I drew hearts from the crayons I had left, colors were black, gray, and white and I drew them with care

I had no other colors left to include, so I attached another tag that held a message;

“Here’s a little something from me to you, I included the supplies to take good care of it with ease, I know it has been a burden in the past, that’s why it aches and bleeds with every faint pulse. Please take care of it, it is all I have, it used to be precious but now I’ve come to realize otherwise, so attached to the bottom is a return address if you believe this is not enough, just please be careful, it is very fragile. – Yours truly; the faintly fading me.”

This valentine, the one after the rest, I repackaged what was left, of the thing I called a heart

It was returned damaged, beyond repair, with nothing to keep it from falling into despair

There was no box, no tape, no bow, no crayons made of wax

So I wrapped it in soaked paper towels to try to keep it together and stamped it with an address

I had nothing left to include so I attached a bloody piece of paper with words from my wrist;

“Here’s a little something from me to you, I included just this paper explaining why I’m giving it to you; I know it’s worthless, broken, and torn, but I think it was precious to me once long ago. Please do with it what you will, I won’t be needing it any longer, there’s no return address because the dead receive no mail. So when you get this know I’ll come ask about it soon, I know this time we will meet again, because I’ll be seeing you in hell. – Yours truly; the self-destructing, meaning-defiling, bleeding, broken, dead and buried, someone you know all too well, me.”