Author: Amine Boughanmi

“Wake up,” they said as their shredded tears fell on my shivering cold skin. Every sip we drink, every laugh we make, every breath we breathe, every step, our only friend and secret keeper all the way was death. As time passes slowly, as if you are paddling through water that is more viscid than it should be, feeling every detail of a death’s cruel spasm, something that cannot be touched; Approaches resembling confessions and recalls;My dear wife, we wedded four years ago, however, I do not reme