Thoughts of breaking up from a long term relationship, and a goat slaughter

The taste of death feels close to the tongue; you sort of don’t care about anything anymore. You visualize your worst nightmare; the thought of being an old single lady who’s lonely as hell, and it doesn’t even feel that nightmarish anymore. What’s worse? Someone asks. Losing your pride or to die lonely? But if

The death of sacred things

Hunger

My hunger for you What does it taste like? Arid earth without a drop of rain Tides of hot air that cut deep Into the skin Sounds of wind, taunting around ears Burning sands in wide, dry eyes An empty land One leafless tree with broken branches A lonely flesh Embraced in the arms of

What’s worse?

Death

There are numerous people who believe that death will end their miseries. Here’s a quote that points out an alternative perspective: “Don’t depend on death to liberate you from your imperfections. You are exactly the same after death as you were before. Nothing changes; you only give up the body. If you are a thief or a liar before death,

I got you here right now

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