why death is a mystery

no son!

don't touch that.

 

it's dead.

 

the ants make the eyes

move, and that strange

music is coming from

somewhere else.

 

it's not a puppy

anymore.

 

um, yeah,

he's in Heaven now.

yes,

just like grandma.

 

don't let those maggots

get on your new shoes.

Reviews

[Jūdan FyreHeart]

I love the blunt manner of the final lines. Such a well described scene in a clever manner constructed of snippets.

[Crowley]

Ha!....Damn, you have a clinical approach to the everyday s**t. Its the genius that is R.G. Johnson, curator of the life that lives just beneath the surface.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Wow, this is hilariously disturbing. I was laughing to the bank on this one.

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