The Happy Wound

I’m crying again tonight, sobbing, moaning, wailing, for my darling sister. Nearly three months now. What is that, against a long lifetime wherein there were, always, two of us?

She left me, she has forgotten me. Don’t try to say anything: she HAS. i know it, i cant help knowing it, i dont want to forget it, because that is a betrayal..

im grateful to the person whose message opened the wound again, releasing the blood and water.
IT IS THE BLIGHT MAN WAS BORN FOR.

God bless the mark.