by Kate Marshall
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“When you call me to your room, we both know you’re going to die. Your bones are so frail I think they’ll crack under the weight of the thin cotton sheet; I think your skin will burn under the harsh lights of the hospital room. You push a shoebox toward me with a hand so withered the bones shine through. A letter for every year of my life, you say. You try to smile and your lips crack, bloodless, more like torn paper than broken skin.
“Don’t open them early,” you say, voice weak like it’s forced through cheesecloth. “Don’t read them too soon.”
After the funeral I almost tear them open all at once. I have the first one in my hand, my finger working its way under the flap, but I force myself to put it back, close the box. I wait.”
Music in the promo is “The Gift” by Joe Mieczkowski. See more about Joe here