Not one tombstone
February 12, 2026•35 words
We suffer many deaths before we are ever put in the ground.
None easier than the last.
I fear the deaths in-between moments that often go unseen.
Until a shovel is needed, I shall be.
February 12, 2026•35 words
We suffer many deaths before we are ever put in the ground.
None easier than the last.
I fear the deaths in-between moments that often go unseen.
Until a shovel is needed, I shall be.