Letter from Martha


Women love more deeply than men Joe

What do you mean by that

Exactly what I am saying

Men love of course they do

But many are possessive

They dress you as their mannequin

An attractive girl boosts their ego

I have really loved some men

But is has never worked out

I blamed myself initially

Maybe I was just a Bitch Cunt

But that is not true

I am a modest artistically talented woman

And although very attractive

Just a gentle English Rose

Too many men have never left

Their mothers cunt

They are diseased and mentally ill

They prefer the bestial

A gruesome anus attracts them more

Than a woman’s perfumed body

I just fail to understand this

I love women as they are gentle creatures

We meet and it is not all about sex

There is a type of invisible bonding

Which is almost like velvet to the touch

Aggression is rare

I often sleep with women

But I am not a dyke

I just sleep with women

It is like a good meal

I am unlikely to become diseased

I am unlikely to be controlled

There is no violence

NO VIOLENCE

Even though real jealousies can be intense

You might say that there are plenty of decent men

Amongst the filthy faggots and the malignant brutes

I agree as you are decent chap Joe

But what you find printed on the packet

Is not always a reflection of the contents

Sorry Joe I am so sorry Joe to burden you

I am lying in my bed I suppose I am bored

I always buy new clothes when I am bored

I am also lonely my will feels spent

I feel tired mentally tired

I need to chat with you

When you return from Bali please give me a call

Or better still pop around to see me

I AM NOT EXPECTING A FUCK

JUST A CHAT

I just need to talk to you as I am confused

Martha the girl with all the gifts is confused

There is no need to reply

I will reply Martha

Because I know that you care for me

You expect nothing of me

I expect nothing of you

You have cleared up my shit and wiped my arse

On many occasions

You know me more than I know myself

And that is why I write to you

When I disappear

Under the surface of my wretched thoughts

Martha x