Sliver

I remember thinking, ‘Who would have thought the end of the world would come in a box?’

I remember…

I remember that it ended on a Sunday. It ended with one foot in front of the other. It ended with a flash and the sound of crunching glass.

I remember…

I remember the clock striking twelve. I remember I was on my way to see Thomas, I’d wore my best hat for him because he said it made me look respectable, just like a proper lady. I remember he was always charitable with his compliments. I remember that I miss him.

I remember…

I remember the man from the papers stood over the road, watching me. I remember that his grin was so wide it threatened to split his face in half. I remember wishing that he would stop staring, I remember that I don’t like people who stare. I remember he had a box, and I remember that the box had legs and a lens. I remember him lifting his arm…

I remember…

I remember being whole, and I remember a tearing sensation like a scab being torn off, a scab that was kept inside of me. I remember the rest of me walking away, unaware that something had been left behind. I remember colours. I remember nothing past this point…

But I remember…

I remember that a picture is worth a thousand words. I remember too that it’s a lie, a picture is worth so much more. I remember that it’s worth every piece of you that it takes.

And I remember…

I remember thinking, ‘Who would have thought the end of the world would come in a box?’

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