And wether we meet again in another wicker basket, fresh and grown.
Or in the slums of a garbage can, dejected and rotting.
Or side by side before death,
corroding together in someone’s stomach
as acid burns our flesh.
I will always be happy. Because, no matter what,
I’ll have you.
I just wrote the most beautiful piece I’ve ever written. Fuck. This is emotional. I’m so happy.
Eurydice -by Sara Ruhl