Kill the bastard who crushes your heart.
Bury his heart deep is the desert where even the most desperate
famine-stricken coyote will not deign to find it. Sink it so far into the abyss
that no light will reach it for light years.
Cut out that tongue that maims you and then let him loose in the
world. Let the tongue thrash about on the hot stone, intolerable of its own mute
inability to articulate crass thoughts and a sheer lack of manners or class.
While you're at it , make his eyes better. Use a magic
potion or belladonna or anything that can wreck miracles. Make it so so he can
see what a fool he is so filled with such dark melancholy that can chase away
even an unguarded soul like yourself. His loss , don't forget to remind him.
Burn his memories in some good top-of-the-line high-grade
wood. An incinerator will also do. But wood is classic , wouldn't you say? And
you need classic to ensure this sticks.
Because I don't know about you, babe , but your friends are
mighty tired of your toing and froing. So get yourself together and make this
one the last one. And the one that lasts.
Burn every moment, every memory, every photograph, every
song, every flower, every mountain, every kindness, every single kiss long and
deep, small and half- minded, every forgetfulness, every unkind word. Burn it
all and bathe in the fumes and the smoke and the heat and the sweat and the
spirit of it all.
Rediscover. You're more than him. You're more than he will
ever be.
Burn too. And when you're done , that's how you'll be done
with him.
Rest in peace. You sad sad man.
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