2 acessos
I imagine the gracious, benevolent ritual of death. Grave and porcelain, with baby blue lips and pale pink eyes, descending toward me
Her glowing hands cradled at my head and knees submerging me into waves of icy seas
I imagine the end
Then further downward so that I can rest, cocooned by the heat of the ocean floor. In the dark, my flesh to disintegrate into consumption for the earth