Abstract
I still walk. Breathe. Eat.
I am a corpse in clothes. Want nothing. Numb.
Since my husband died, I just don’t want to be here. Here. Anywhere. I poke my emotional ash-heap of a self with sharpened sticks to confirm aliveness. I fail.
I continue to walk. Breathe. Eat.
I am a corpse in clothes. Want nothing. Numb.
Since my husband died, I just don’t want to be here. Here. Anywhere. I poke my emotional ash-heap of a self with sharpened sticks to confirm aliveness. I fail.
I continue to walk. Breathe. Eat.
| Original language | English |
|---|---|
| Type | Flash fiction |
| Publisher | Everyday Fiction |
| Number of pages | 1 |
| Place of Publication | Online |
| Publication status | Published - 2017 |
Keywords
- Grief
- Memory
- Loneliness