We sealed our love in a coffin, and buried it alive under shovelfuls of remorse, anger, despair, and numb shock. Now its dying screams are fading as grass sprouts above.
Morbid, yes, but I have to describe that feeling, the sick horror of capricious destruction and willful waste -- arson, or the euthanization of a struggling patient, or toddlers knocking over each other's sand castles. A million shared moments are the grains that we pack together, defying mortal fragility, before we crumble them, scattering them to lodge in the crevices of memory, to be found weeks and years later, or to be encased in blank cysts.
posted on Thursday, August 12, 2010
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