Status Updates From Grief Eater

“I grasp for memories of being loved, even for a moment, like that, and I find nothing but freezing dark.”

I need to give this woman a private moment. I feel like I’m intruding on something deeply intimate

“Do it, then,” she says. “Go on, you dead fucking bitch.”

“Fucking dyke,” he muttered.
Then, he pissed all over my bed as I lay there in shock. When he finished, he shook the bed until I pretended to wake. I yelled at him to get out, and he did, laughing and slapping his hands together. “

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