Affaire Mortal

Segovia Amil

"In the night, Death comes to me and confesses he who brings those to their rest knows nothing of rest. I say, "come now, I will hold your head upon my lap and we both shall pretend (wrapped together in our darkness — webbed like fingers, strewn together as if by spider's doing, more in love than yesterday) to find rest among the living." — Segovia Amil