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Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm | A meal for worms (54)

My memories lied to me, I’m left with just a feeling of bewilderment as my mind regress into senility, into the deep dark earth, into a meal for worms.

By Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

If I tell you my fears, would you believe me? They are no different to yours, wrapped in an ethos of anxieties.

Age shouldn’t define us, but it’s a privilege with limitations. I’ve look into the eyes of a smiling face, and did not recognize it.

My memories lied to me, I’m left with just a feeling of bewilderment as my mind regress into senility, into the deep dark earth, into a meal for worms.

A melancholy of age.


Note 2017

By Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

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