one bourbon in a glass please thanks

i came home from work and i broke every bone in her body and set it on fire. i used the bones that didn’t burn, there were a bunch of them, and i made a chair that i used to sit in and rock back and forth while reading a very good book. at first i was not convinced i would miss her, and later i gave it serious consideration. a bird flew into the window. although i was sure that things around me were imbued with meaning in ways i could not understand, i set the bird on fire. it helped me to ignore it. i have decided to build a ship out of her bones and use it to sail away when the floods come.