Love, Death

23. blink and you'll miss it

i visit the grave of my second lover, the village boy

i bury my daughter next to him

i do not bury my husband

i let him call me a witch

i let him blame me for the deaths

he is not wrong, after all

i let him hate me

it is all my fault

if i had never wished to live

this would have never happened

i travel for miles again

days

and centuries

i cannot say, what it is

that i am doing here

but

it isn't like i can go back

i've no place to return to

these ancient buildings

my old homes

have all been replaced by skyscrapers

bright-lit screens

the future i had seen

after blinking once

thousands of moons ago

when i was born

again