Beloved Husk
Here I stand in her scorched remains.
This is not the first time, nor will it be the last, and her vacant body has acclimated to my presence.
No longer do her damp, wooly tissues squelch beneath my feet-
they have long since dried out, compressed into a single mass of dull, cotton-candy pink.
In some places, her flesh has completely burned away, leaving nothing behind but blackened, splintering bone. There is no ink in the world rich enough to match the soot that clings to her skeleton.
Sun rays filter through her blown, empty eye sockets, and the daylight is no less beautiful for its thoughtless transgression.
How dare you illuminate her suffering so callously! You have made her into a spectacle- a cadaver to be prodded and studied, rather than a soul to be mourned.
My cheeks are wet, but I can't be sure if it's from grief, or the ever-present haze of smoke. The cause doesn't matter- I am weeping all the same.
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my husband's family has this weird thanksgiving tradition where they go out in the field behind their house, tie an old car hood to the back of a working car, and ride on it while being dragged through the field by the car. it's actually surprisingly fun, even more so if we actually have snow on thanksgiving. even so, I gently tease my husband about just how very hickish the practice is.
and I was contemplating this today, when I suddenly remembered that I literally ripped my wedding dress at our reception while dancing to Cotton-Eyed Joe. so maybe we are made for each other.
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My wife and I take turns living the One Who Is Good With Tools stereotype.
Yesterday was my turn when I grabbed four clamps at the hardware store while she questioned when on earth were we going to need SO MANY clamps. (We ended up needing precisely four clamps for the repair we were buying the clamps for.)
Last Monday was her turn when she packed up both the cordless drill, making sure it was charged, and the Ikea toolbox, just in case, to pick up our free new desk table. (We ended up needing the screwdriver.)
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Listen i don't remember what happens at the end of the Shadows of Mhach storyline and if this is even possible i just think it would be very funny if in 6.4 we pull up to Golbez's house using the fucking void ark
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i don't talk much personal stuff on here anymore but alas. my dad has hit rock bottom and is finally going to be talked into going to rehab for his alcoholism. after all these years. im ready for things to change. i just hope it's good for him
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