InsaneJournal

Current mood:	cold
Current music:	Hyadain--My First Friend

your eyes shut as if going to sleep
A badger dug into Andre's grave again. This time, it dragged out bones instead of bits of fur. Even his skull. It was cold and dark and windy and he was alone in the mud. He wasn't supposed to look like anything, like dead bones and nothing else, but the teeth are the same as they were when he used to grin when we were out walking. So I could see him, I could see the way he used to be and the way he was now and he was alone. He was alone under the snow and I don't know how long he was there.

My father asked if I wanted the skull as a bookend.

I hate my father.

I hate myself.