I tried to hold onto you, but you kept breaking into pieces. I scooped you into my arms, but bits of you kept rolling away. I laid you gingerly on the bed, and got on my hands and knees to find all the parts of you. They were easy to find at first, because out of all your cracks shone a helpful light. But after a while there were too many cracks, and too much light. It just showed up how bad the problem had become. I tried to prop your skeleton up with my skeleton, but my arms were tired and bits of you kept rolling away. Your head lolled back. You smiled a tiny indulgent smile. Light poured out of the crack in your neck. You asked me how I was, and tried to distract me with something about Star Wars. Light poured out of the crack in your neck. I said wait, no, we need to talk about this. You said hey, it is what it is. Light poured out of the crack in your neck.
ada connor 