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There's only so much smell left in your powder box I can tell.  I only open it every once in a while, to feel like a child and hear your chuckle and smell how glamorous you were. I didn't weep at your slipping away. I could see your pain I could hear it screaming under your skin, your pride burning your age raging inside you, I watched you crumble and I blinked, I looked away. I didn't want you to have to feel your pain. But you live with me here. In an old box you don't remember that I have, out of all the countless sparkly spangly shiny things you gave to me, this is the thing I keep with me. Your trash. Your old powder box. I open it from time to time and I smell you and I hear you rumble and I see you lipstick and hair and bright poofy hairbands. Every time I open up your box it smells a little less like you. I didn't fear your going because I knew that it was time but I rue already the day when I might think on you and not be able to find you. When your powder box will just be a box. Instead of the place I keep you inside.
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Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 4:22 PM UTC
I can smell you
There's only so much smell left in your powder box I can tell.  I only open it every once in a while, to feel like a child and hear your chuckle and smell how glamorous you were. I didn't weep at your slipping away. I could see your pain I could hear it screaming under your skin, your pride burning your age raging inside you, I watched you crumble and I blinked, I looked away. I didn't want you to have to feel your pain. But you live with me here. In an old box you don't remember that I have, out of all the countless sparkly spangly shiny things you gave to me, this is the thing I keep with me. Your trash. Your old powder box. I open it from time to time and I smell you and I hear you rumble and I see you lipstick and hair and bright poofy hairbands. Every time I open up your box it smells a little less like you. I didn't fear your going because I knew that it was time but I rue already the day when I might think on you and not be able to find you. When your powder box will just be a box. Instead of the place I keep you inside.
#smell#grief#death#grandmother#memory#love#childhood#simple
NEwaters
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NEwaters
American
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 4:22 PM UTC
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