Just a note

glimpg

June 18, 2021

One day, I found a scrap of paper. A strange message was written on it...

Carrying coffins is hard work, but you outgrow it. Every day it's easier to see the families mourn. So many faces alike gathered for a last goodbye that won't be heard. Thinking about it used to make me feel sad. But now the weight of the corpses are easier to lift, I get stronger each day. It comes a day when even lifting my own spirit isn't that hard. It comes a day when disrespecting the dead becomes normal and it's usually followed by laughter.
This work demands you to be sad. But you outgrow it. You learn to feign sadness so you won't upset the families, and you reborn as an actor, performing everyday, yet behind the curtains there are forbidden laughs between men that didn't lose anything. You outgrow death, lose the fear of it. You mock it.
You mock it when you learn there's no great beyond. You mock it when you realize the flesh and meat left behind is all that was and all it will ever be in the end. There are no ghosts and no curses, only meat.
Dead people won't hurt you, but the living will.
I found the note between the cold fingers of an obese late woman, right after the service. We tried so hard to make her dress fit, we had no choice but to get creative.
Dead people won't hurt you, but you can hurt the living.
"I heard you" it reads. Was it the insults? the laughter? the procedure?. Who wrote it? a daughter?, a son?, maybe even a mother? I never found out.
Now that... that I don't think you can outgrow. And maybe you shouldn't.

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passion123

Just a note

Carrying coffins is hard work, but you outgrow it.

Every day it's easier to see the families mourn.

So many faces alike gathered for a last goodbye that won't be heard.

Thinking about it used to make me feel sad.

But now the weight of the corpses are easier to lift, I get stronger each day.

It comes a day when even lifting my own spirit isn't that hard.

También puedes decir:"There comes a day..."

It comes a day when disrespecting the dead becomes normal and it's usually followed by laughter.

This work demands you to be sad.

But you outgrow it.

You learn to feign sadness so you won't upset the families, and you reborn as an actor, performing everyday, yet behind the curtains there are forbidden laughs between men that didn't lose anything.

You outgrow death, lose the fear of it.

You mock it.

You mock it when you learn there's no great beyond.

You mock it when you realize the flesh and meat left behind is all that was and all it will ever be in the end.

There are no ghosts and no curses, only meat.

Dead people won't hurt you, but the living will.

I found the note between the cold fingers of an obese late woman, right after the service.

We tried so hard to make her dress fit, we had no choice but to get creative.

Dead people won't hurt you, but you can hurt the living.

"I heard you" it reads.

Was it the insults?

the laughter?

the procedure?.

Who wrote it?

a daughter?, a son?, maybe even a mother?

I never found out.

Now that... that I don't think you can outgrow.

And maybe you shouldn't.

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This is excellent! Very deep and poetic, keep it up!

glimpg

July 9, 2021

Thank you! glad you liked it.

passion123

July 9, 2021

No problem at all!

You mock it when you learn there's no great beyond.