Trigger warning. What remains of a person when they die? A body to be cremated or buried. Tears to be exchanged with grief. Darkened eyes and a wish for a bright future ahead. but where? Where does a person go after they die? Why death is a personal experience but mourning isn't? Why is the … Continue reading What remains after we die?
Poetry
Boredom
It falls upon a clock. A patchwork quilt cover between my fingers. Boredom as you call it, numbness as I perceive it. We both dwell on the extremes of our behaviour as poppy seeds sow sadness. Walk. Go out. It crawls upon my spine, breaking my ribcage apart. I watch a dissected heart running on … Continue reading Boredom
The Poetic Elixir 
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