No one came to my funeral. They came to say goodbye, to mourn, to cry... Dressed in black like crows awaiting patiently until the first worms shall make their way from underneath my skin. Yes, they came, but not to my funeral. There was I, alone, dressed in black like a monstrous raven, nested uncomfortably … Continue reading Flower, alone…
Tag: Birth
Life, as we know it…
"Birth is our life's first tragedy; death is it's last, with truth as the sunny side of lying, in between..."
Suicide from death to life…
It's a lie, our birth into this world... Mourning should have welcomed us, late, but perfect companion for all sweat, tears, blood and "doctor, doctor, the baby's not crying..." tube in, suck, "slap", "slap" "-frail, agonising human meowing...-" Blood all over, with our hideous, blueish cut away companion swimming in a pathetic plastic bowl... "What … Continue reading Suicide from death to life…
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