i don't remember who i was who am i beneath this dark cloud this heavy chainball i pull along who am i beneath this blanket of sadness who was i supposed to be
sorry, he said, we don't make those kinds of stickers. we specialise in packing tape, he said. that's what i want, i told him. rather than f r a g i l e , custom print w a n t e d t o d i e and wrap my coffin in it at two o'clock tomorrow instead of the rope. i'm afraid i'll be putting that to other use. last words
Amenah