the shortest funeral ever and fifteen minutes later they're asking file to the front starting from the back which was supposed to be for non-family but i sat there as far away from that gaping silver fancy box with the weirdest fucking ritual written all over it. she grabbed me by the elbow and said you need to see her. she looks beautiful. you will regret it.
it is not her i say and i start to cry because i am afraid she will make me and i've been proud of myself so far staying as distanced as possible strategically placing my back to the dolled up stuffed corpse you fucking freaks like its some kind of normal dance lets prance and eat around this makeup-covered formaldehyde-injected woman who is not a woman but a seashell. you are all stupid because of course she is not in that box she is here in my mind and heart and you are all fucking weird i will have nothing to do with it.
