Quietly, I plant my shattered life, fragment by fragment, in the black soil of my garden. Just the other day, I buried a neighbour girl savaged by the soldiers. One day, they’ll come for me with their guns and Viagra, and then the hole will get it all.
There’s a hole where I bury my deepest secrets. First blood and baby teeth, a letter from my long-gone father, a button I cut from the coat of the woman I kinda loved... When Russians came and people fled the village, I stayed behind in fear someone would set my demons free.
Quietly, I plant my shattered life, fragment by fragment, in the black soil of my garden. Just the other day, I buried a neighbour girl savaged by the soldiers. One day, they’ll come for me with their guns and Viagra, and then the hole will get it all. Comments are closed.
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