LtM – 6 November 2010 – part 2

Oh fuck.
I’ve been painting and obsessing over your black box.

I opened it.
I pulled out the thick plastic bag and saw your crumbled remains. The dirt that is left of you.

I collapsed on the floor of my room and held you safe in my chest and curled around you and I cried cries of despair, disbelief and loss.

I am still so raw with hurt.
j

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