Wilson (Great Gatsby)

by Acacia   Mar 8, 2021


The big yellow car
Took my lovely wife
She shouldn't be gone
It should be me instead
Please
Let it be me
Gatsby
That cursed name
Disgusts me
The red circle in his chest
Ever widening
Is the last thing
I will see
I love you, Myrtle
I
Love
You...
Goodbye

*Wilson's perspective on Myrtle's death

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