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April 11, 2007

Jeff R.: Within the Walls

The odd thing is, I don't remember actually dying. I remember that final confrontation with Eliza, gold-digging tramp she turned out to be. And of course I remember waking up, sealed in the cell between the walls. And then, just year after year of restless waiting. Surely I died early on, of starvation or thirst. But it wasn't until yesterday I noticed my bones, learned that the walls could no longer hold me.

I suppose my Eliza has been dead almost as long, by now. But this shameless woman who now lives in my house so reminds me of her...

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