Corpus Colosus
We're spending a little quality one on one time together with a stroll through familiar halls. You're listening attentively, following me word for word, when suddenly I have to make us pause: there's something that we're about to stumble upon.
It's a body! just like us, human, lying prostrate. It's wrapped in black; a long sack with a dangling name tag. The name is blurred from water (or tears, who knows?). Regardless it's clear: there's a First, and a Last... just like we've got. Of course we'll have to roll the dead over, open up the bag, and see the face. But goodness! I'm already identifying that it's Me! The way the nose is projecting, the knobby knees, and the odd pointing of the feet...
But you are going to have to pull back the plastic for the final look all by yourself... because, because, I'm not really here... Pinch your arm and you'll now what I mean... it's you alone giving voice and credence to these meandering words...
I write so that you might see something, and you did, didn't you? You let these imaged words take you deep into the back of your mind... leading right to the corpse. It seems then this dead body we find is perhaps... is not mine, but your's.
#YouFindaDeadBodyLikeYouWithYourNameTagOnIt
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