it’s like every time i blink i can hear myself screaming for help i can remember what it felt to touch his face already settling into rigor mortis i can remember how cold he felt when it was so hot i can feel how rough the sticks and rocks were under my feet for the 8 hours i stood outside waiting for them to take his body and get their pictures i can remember how it felt like even the animals knew something was wrong they always hated people out there but there was a stillness that had never been in my 23 years being there and how much i regret refusing to see him one last time before they took him like it was going to hurt me but all that has hurt me is the regret














