Until tonight, I thought death was the end. I imagined myself fading into nothingness as the memory of me is replaced by the newness of the next product in the assembly line. The few I cared about—that cared about me—would either forget me with the passage of time or worse, die and fade as well. But now, after the gruesome scene Titus has shown me, I know there is a worse fate that awaits. To be reduced to nothing but a singular limb, an organ in a specimen jar, a piece of my physical body on display for science, remembered solely by the color of the inside of my flesh—it’s worse than the miserable imaginings that have haunted me my entire life. I want to vomit. All over Titus and his shiny black Stacy Adams footwear.
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ReplyDeleteI would love to have a clone of myself!!
ReplyDeletei wish i had a clone of my puppy that recently past away.
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