Monstrilio

by Gerardo Sámano Córdova

After this, he became cautious with his rants, stopping himself before he became too excited. I hated the lung for teaching him such self-restraint.

I thought I wouldn’t be able to replicate such destruction again.

I kept my apartment full of trinkets that encased moments I believed were worth remembering, a physical accumulation of my life in order to make sure it wasn’t passing by unnoticed.