January 29, 2018

“I wanted to be buried with the man. Put us both in the box and leave us to rot. If I curled against him, pressed my head to his unmoving throat, then the box was large enough for two. In that box, I breathed for him and me: deep, soothing breaths that ended with the air. My flesh became indistinguishable from his. Down into the ground we went, down into the dirt, deeper into the dark, where the man already did not breathe…”

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