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Would they try to stop me? Could they? Or would they simply allow me to disappear into the storm, swallowed up by lightning?
I am sobbing and I hate myself for every tear spilled.
Sometimes I can’t decide what would be worse: if we died from starvation or if we never died.
Who’s a good boy? Who’s a good boy?” “I’m a good boy,” the dog says from the other side of the door, only it’s not a dog at all, not with a voice like that. In the darkness, everybody loses their shit, including me.
“He got exactly what he deserved,” she tells me. “Is that what we’re getting now?” I ask her. “Exactly what we deserve?” Her response arrives with zero hesitation: “Yes.”
“How much cheese?” “All of the cheese in the world.” “That’s it?”
What I don’t point out is they’re arguing about a goddamn email address less than five feet from their dead son. His body rapidly decomposing and still they have to bicker about things that don’t matter.
But I can’t respond. I have no tongue. I have no teeth. My lips are absent from my face and my face is absent from my skull and I am bones and I am ash and I am everything and I am nothing.
Somewhere outside, a tree falls, and it falls and it falls and it falls and it never, ever lands.
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