Memento mori
In this room, at this moment, the silence is thick and sticky:
bitter honey that imprisons my words.
At this moment, in this room, the solitude is alive and sprawling: Dark
jellyfish that burns my soul.
Silence and solitude are the comrades that I have chosen,
Before we test its consistency,
Before we prove the cruelty.
In this room, right now, life is fluid and property:
light water surrounding my body.
At this moment, in this room, death is flexible and indestructible eternal
ivy wrapped around my thoughts.
And that's just a moment.
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