Showing posts with label death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label death. Show all posts

myrtle.

by charlotte guest

Today I was handed the obituaries in class. I took this as a bad sign.

We were using the newspaper for a linguistics exercise, and I got death. The girl next to me had a headline about incest. I was surrounded by death and Deliverance*. I took this as an intensely bad sign.