My departure was not suicide, but death from illness.
After giving gifts to my husband, I bought a strawberry milkshake. He said he hadn't had it in a long time and wanted to drink it after he was discharged from the hospital. Turning out of the back door of the hospital, I was not thinking about myself. Hongqi, the crazy female who has lived here for four years, looks like she is not in good spirits.
I told the doctor that I never wanted to go to the hospital again. That was the slaughterhouse. Nothing could be seen from the front door. The secrets were hidden in the path that passed by the inpatient department. The nursing staff never let us get close to the iron fence. If we were lucky, we could see the weather if we opened it. Sometimes the wind blew in and it was very cold.
Children's Day is just two days away
It's rancid, there's no garbage, but it's death that you can touch with your eyes closed.
Late autumn, preferably late autumn, whatever. Maybe no one will cover me with that handful of soil in the end. The desolation and loneliness are as dazzling as maple leaves. It's me and my husband.
Intention: My husband likes sunflowers. He once said that it would be great if he could leave this prison. Now, I take him out to watch the sun.