In Pen, For Your Convenience
Jul 25th, 2011 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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It’s the last thing I’ll ever write, the second to last marks I’ll leave upon the Earth, before my ashes cloud the sea.
I’ll clamp my mouth shut, bite my tongue. No intemperate words will sully the immortality of these last utterances.
This page is for you alone. I seek forever in your trust. My soul passes on to you–a flash, a fire–that I ask you to carry into the dark.
I leave my legacy in your mendacious hands, to do with as you will. Everything I am belongs to you forevermore.
I hope my memory haunts you.