cotton sheets,
with wool for eyes,
and ears,
with a bucket for the ghusl that’ll be given,
a single comb to brush through her grey hairs,
she will be leaving soon,
as we prepared the sheets for her coffin,
and all I do is sit,
watching next to her,
just sit as she doesn’t speak,
she never speaks now.
odd stares and giggles,
DECAPITATION love has decapitated me over and overand rebuilt me,to be the Sun that glows,more brightly than any other Star,
and god knows how the pink parts of me, the parts that make up my skin. The epithelial layer of
In everytime Lifetime,you will Find meyou said to me, the last time, so I will wait,whilst I turn myself into