Dear Death (#2)

This is the second in the series of the "Dear Death" letters.
Heavily inspired by "The Book Thief", I tend to spiral into writing them after any incident which has left a deep, saddening impact.

#2: Written after the Connecticut shooting.


Dear Death,

I have written to you before. And I wish I wouldn't have to write to you anymore. But I do. When you wrap all those children up in your cloak, please do so gently. They are only sleeping. Let them rest in peace. It is almost Christmas. And let their parents not be woken up by their screams every day. Heal wounds. Please.

Love,
Me.

Dated: 15th December 2012