First fell the angels.
Second fell their father.
MICRO
MICRO
First fell the angels.
Second fell their father.
ESSAY
“Cover yourself in honey, raw, roll it into your cheeks like iron scraping away at the edges of you”
TRANSLATION
Translated from Chinese by Emily Lu
ART
And who knows how long this will last? Weeks? Months? I can't wrap my head around it.
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I’m praying death sticks around long enough / to make a disciple of me.
If I am alive now, it is because love will not stop flaying me open.
I wish I had known better at eight when my mother's stroke changed my life. But not all knowledge arrives when it should.