Stone Overcoat - September 7, 2020

September 7 2020

There is no part of me which does not crave the casket and I dream about it every day. I dream about the bones of the animal from a long forgotten time and about the poison it put into my belly all those years ago. 

For 15 years I have been locked away in a hospital and I think it is in Edmonton. This is the first time I have ever written about the casket and I am sure if anyone reads this journal they will think I am crazy and they will never go and search underneath my cabin outside of Screaming Ridge. I hope the bones of the animals and the bones of my former home make for a suitable graveyard in which the casket can rest. I wonder what else might lie in the forest behind the farm and how deep someone would need to dig to find something bigger than the casket of the animal I found. If what I stumbled upon could change my luck so slightly yet so much I wonder how the bones of something bigger or something greater might affect someone. I hope I am never lucky enough to know.