A Letter to Muerté.

Muerté, I often wonder what it's like to have life leave my body. How my body would grow numb and I would no longer feel any tingle. How my breath would slowly, yet swiftly leave me wanting and how my once happy, no, almost happy heart would string chords of a dirge. I have fantasized... Continue Reading →

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