First, there are holes in the eyes, covered with wet mud that buries the cold and silent pain.
Next is a broken neck, entangled with vines, and fragile new roots that penetrate deeply into the flesh.
Beetles and rats gnawed at the weak arms, and the blood that stopped flowing secretly solidified crimson tears.
Maggots crawl in the rotten vagina, passing through the cold and soft internal organs, leaving more decay along the way.
The long hair was tangled in the dirty soil, as dry as a withered grass that had lost its root system.
Who would have thought that it had been held tenderly in the palm of that person's hand
He is obviously dead, why is the air-conditioning in the tomb still so biting?
Follow the stiff nerves and enter my brain that has stopped moving long ago
It has obviously passed away, but I am still standing here, looking at our unknown little grave and our decaying body.
Together with the lost future, in a world that no one can touch