Bother my muse with personal questions.

               This wasn’t happening.
          The unknown letters, they would not stop.
       No matter where she was, they seemed to find her.
       As though they were following her.

                       She needed them to stop.

                                 She needed to breathe.

     The answer was stuck in her throat;
      she bit back the emotions long
      enough to get out what she needed
      to.

                      “They’re fine.
                                Now leave me alone.”