coma zero one.Coma White told me my room no longer smelled like me.It was 6.20 in the morning as we shared a bottle of Heineken Ito. The morning paper offered us parodies on God, I took a bite was bittersweet didnt particularly enjoy it.I bursted into Comas chamber, one gray afternoon, in mid January.I was choking on between the scent of her dupa and, were getting another two months off.TWO MONTHS OFF?!I nodded heavily.Coma was outraged, she threw her hand-stitched purple doll out of the door. After drinking up her white Russian to the last drop, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, screaming
ruby, another excerptHe was a quiet man.Everything in my life has been quiet. People have come and go, screaming each with every attempt to take something desperately inviting in me but they eventually give up.All human beings eventually give up on me.He was a very quiet man, tall and thin, ghostly pale in his transparent skin and his soft wrinkles that were only visible 5 cm before your irises. He was not old, if that ever occurred in your mind, or dead, like people would have stated about him.Oh no, he was very much alive.In the morning of his funeral I woke up an hour earlier and put on a white cotton summer dress he loved screwing me in but went tro