We dug your body up from the wreckage.
It was buried under the logs and the debris.
Don’t worry, we will dress you up in the finest of silks, the shiniest and softest of garments.
I will adorn you with all of your favourite things, your choicest belongings. They will not part with you.
I will paint a smile on your face. So you will be happy even within the confines of your grave, among the rot and the soil.
I will make it so you will clasp your fingers tightly. You will not feel alone.
You will always have yourself.
|Originally written: January 30, 2023

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Short StorySweetest Decay, Series 1 A collection of my short stories I first published in my writing blog, Sweet Decay.