Mauled By A Bear

If a bear came in my room right now, I would get mauled…

And then die.

With all my pain-bearing guts spewed out all over the place.

And people would ask “What happened to that girl?”

And they would just answer, “She got mauled by a bear.” and then go back to their work like nothing happened.

And parts of me would just sit there rotting on the ground while they sit around and drink tea all day.

The little children would pick at the parts of me and say, “What happened here?”

And then they would answer, “Oh, someone got mauled by a bear.”

And go back to their work like nothing happened.

And then all the little pieces of me would rot away, and then everyone would forget my name.

And then I’d be gone, just like that.

Only a spirit looking down from heaven at everyone that forgot my name…