No Tongue Words

No Tongue Words بقلم حبيبة ياسر ... At last, Death speaks. And says… ‘I am as cold as the last tendrils of gossip running your corpse. I am also as wrathful and sweltering as the August of an authoritarian in a solstice. Only in simplicity can one find weakness.’ Death is no longer a secret. It will not hesitate to threaten you every night and with every ordinary thing you do. Welcome to the death games. Welcome to a new perspective of living and dying. Where you grow closer to death and perhaps make friends with it.