draft 0059 – why?

Substack, why suspend me?

Why give me no notice?

Why punish me, when I began to love.

Hate has now consumed me.

You give disappointment each waking moment.

Now sleep has overtaken my disappointment.

Disgust has entered.

Hate into hatred.

I no longer love you. Substack!

I dislike you. 

So, I’ll be back on Sunday afternoon at 1pm.

See you then, Drafters.