Lena-ru5

at zero counting down from three loses its power. the weight of his hand. his hand on your mouth. a mouthful of dirt. dirt in your body. dirt with the flowers and the city below. then more dirt further down. this is your garden. your father's garden. your grandmother's garden. her mother's mother's dead brother's garden. he gives you a seed and shows you how to dig a hole, how to bury it alive. but what you're giving doesn't feel like life, and you see maggots in the dirt. you see them and you scream, and they sleep soundly through your screaming. you snap the flowers' necks beneath your feet, in all your fearing that they'll follow where yo