cooler

  • It was not just the betrayal. It was the audacity, the way someone who laughed with you, prayed with you, and knew your vulnerabilities still chose to hurt you as if you were disposable, or a project ; one of many rather than singularly valuableThat is what unsettles you. You begin replaying conversations, revisiting moments,… Read more

  • not cold at all

    Life ends, and you are here, on the mortician’s table, a quiet witness to the journey’s close, not lonely, not cold Rather, a sanctuary of care, where the breaths of the living hush into reverence; We gather, a unity of hands, young and old, each fingertip a thread of warmth, each heartbeat a whisper As… Read more