How did you feel?
Upset? Traumatised? Relieved? Like poking it with a stick?
(, Thu 28 Feb 2008, 9:34)
« Go Back
My nan in the chapel of rest. Her skin was all waxy, and you could see her eyeballs had been removed. It was supposedly a chance to say some final words, but the finality of it had passed some time ago. This wasn't my nan anymore, just a corpse.
Hated it.
(, Tue 4 Mar 2008, 13:38, Reply)
« Go Back