drifter on an upended moon river

death by broken heart

how immediate, death is. how harrowing.

when we forget that its looming head is constantly peering over at us between lilac skies and lily-laced rivers, it rattles our windowpanes and tap tap taps at our doorframes in the dead of night when we're fast asleep;

shell shocking and incomprehensible, reminds us who, exactly, is the eternal conqueror

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may the Lord above have infinite mercy upon you, M. none kinder none truer