Dead. The words fall from my tongue and linger there like poison. A slow death hanging from my lips. I shake the thought away and swallow but I can still taste the remnants in the back of my throat. It's sour and I gag a little as tears swell behind my eyes.
About This Quote
About Celia McMahon, Skye
Celia McMahon, Skye.
Themes
- Death — Contemplations on mortality, loss, and the legacy we leave