Little Bits

4 06 2008

I burned myself on the beach this morning. First my skin, muscles and organs burned away and became ash, though I will admit that the bones were not clean of flesh when they started to smolder. But no matter—the heart finally gave itself up, though the brain, ensconced in its palace, boiled before it burned. When the bones became ash—that chunky sort of stony ash that bones become—I felt better. The waves touched the sand, moving back and up, breaking with more force on the black rocks surrounding the beach. I blew away by bits and the pieces of me too heavy for the wind to lift became part of the sand, then part of the sea. After this I lost track of them, those bits of me were gone.




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