Dear Mr. McDonnell,
I regret to inform you, a college student whom you knew quite well 2 years ago has resurfaced you into her mind and is emotionally suing you. Beware of her bitter poetry and bitter outlooks. Ready yourself for stitches. She bites pretty hard. Brutally hard.
She is wanting to charge you with self-esteem harassment.
She claims: your beauty taunted her with hopes of more and a fancy loft in Manhattan.
You left her empty and she questioned her blessings.
She claims: your chiseled jaw opened widely and called her unworthy on numerous occasions.
She claims: you said it with such a soft abuse.
That it left her horribly confused.
She wants to charge you with verbal assault.
She claims: your mouth left bruises on her self-esteem and your conceit is at fault.
Also, it seems, your soon to be wife poses a problem to her future.
She’s blonde and pretty. A city girl and trust-fund, anorexia-skinny.
It seems, she is the justification of who she always knew you were.
Cocktails and Upper West Side, ‘A’- awarded dining.
Expensive freelance ties and subjection to your soon-to-be, rich wife’s, drunken whining.
Sarcastic and Aristocratic.
Long nose and fiery eyes.
An asshole wrapped in a rapturous, delicious, Boheme disguise.
Your former student states: that she wishes she was more wise.
Though she does state: you softened a few blows with an admirable retro snark.
Your insults or rather as you called it ‘witty repartee‘.
She thought to be a high, refined art.
You were in her dreams.
Dreams that weren’t lovely or romantic.
That were destructive and tragic.
You represented to her beauty, adulthood and success.
Oh, you represented what should have been.
Would have been.
Could have been.
Instead of… well, we’ll just leave her ‘right now life’ as ‘instead”.
We will schedule your meeting with her lawyers and your lawyers at HCC 2029.
If we haven’t been all killed by the Apocalypse. I suggest you be prompt, Mr. McDonnell.
The emotional side of Ms. Figueroa‘s mind.