Hi, Jolene
Please leave my husband alone, he mutters your name in his sleep, you’re all that his diary speaks of, he calls you a rare white rose, i imagine you can have any man you want.
Jolene, please don’t take my man just because you can.
Macy.
Macy i found this letter on the dresser, what is this?
Why do you hate me Mike, what does Jolene have that I don’t.
Dear Diary,
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We’ve been infiltrated, Macy addressed a letter to Jolene today; if only she knew.
Jolene, I’m tired of this pain, one has their limits don’t they, this pain, i can’t explain it, half the time, I’m not sure it’s there, but you know how it goes, you know of the nights spent away from you because of this Pain Jolene. But, don’t come yet Jolene. Macy needs closure.
Macy, we need to talk
It’s time huh, we’ve finally reached our end, thank you for this journey.
Jolene, take me tonight, I’ve taken the drugs, i should be here a while, and hopefully more.
Dear Macy, when you read this i would have eloped with Jolene.
But, don’t you worry baby, I’m in a happier place, I won’t tell you to move on, but don’t grieve too long.
By now I’m sure you know who Jolene is; crafty nickname ain’t it?
I used to have dreams where i died a lot, adele my therapist ( i know you didn’t know i was seeing one), said it was my depression, and i should try to reach for a happy memory.
Macy, what do you do when your happy memories seem like art with no sentiment, where do you reach to make them happier?
Macy, i named Death, named her Jolene, her because she caresses me ever so lovely when i sleep, although not yet a memory, she tells me tales of what lies beyond- the rest.
Macy, how does one say no to such promises, she was my piper leading me to lands unexplored in totality.
Macy, my therapist said Jolene might be a sign that I have schizophrenic tendencies, What does she know? Has she ever laughed without mirth? Ever cried without sorrow?
You know how Sam was before he died, he didn’t have control of any part of his body save his head features, he couldn’t feel nothing.
That’s how i felt, unfeeling, save for the consistent anguish.
Forgive me Macy, Forgive Jolene.
I seek no memories now, none of that happy shit. I’m finally here.
Roughly based off Dolly Parton’s Dolene.
