Wounded Arms Must Carry the Load
“Dark, dark places shall be none. Shes’s melting houses of gold.” - Yeah, Yeah, Yeahs
I am 28. I am collecting the dead body of my cat from the road. I can’t comprehend his death, my mind and body struggle to accept the immovable fact. His back feels broken as it rests against my arm.
He was alive less than an hour ago.
It’s a simple leap. Common sense. I…