I handpicked you, with these hands that clawed their way out of death and then back to your inner city. More carefully than finding shells on a beach, on an island down south.
I handpicked you, with these hands that engraved stones and carved runes from the walls. More desperately than ancient men learning how to write and draw for the first time.
I handpicked you, with these hands that shook with the devil and in the same manner, greeted saints with. More intentionally than touching artifacts in a museum, within a country of colonizers.
I handpicked you, with these hands that wrote law, poems, and stabbed enemies lurking in the tombs. More defiantly than a monster experiencing how it feels to be betrayed for the last time.
ππ¦π΅π¦π±π’-πͺ, My chosen, you have no choice but to give in. My love, it is now my heart that you live in. My destiny, it is my body that you will be buried in.
βAhmanetβ series from Halloween 2024: PART II π