‘Memento Mori’ by Isabel Rogers

Memento Mori I have taken to scarring lovers to mark my passing as a prisoner will gouge his cell wall for each stolen day. By this I can forestall some jejune meeting where they, glass-eyed and barely flinching even as they feel the blade, forget to lift their feet over the lies. They do not learn; times scours a stone-etched promise, not a living burn. … Continue reading ‘Memento Mori’ by Isabel Rogers