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1.
When I was
little
I'd picture
death
as an animated
pool
of water:
it
looked just like a
puddle,
a little darker
maybe,
a little deeper
than
usual: but when you
walked
by it would reach up
with
two liquid arms and pull
you
into itself: I held on
to
it for a long time.
2.
I found
that the
fresher of
the graves
stood out
along the
cemetery's floor:
a handful
of large
black rectangles:
each one
slightly sunken.
When I was
little
I'd picture
death
as an animated
pool
of water:
it
looked just like a
puddle,
a little darker
maybe,
a little deeper
than
usual: but when you
walked
by it would reach up
with
two liquid arms and pull
you
into itself: I held on
to
it for a long time.
2.
I found
that the
fresher of
the graves
stood out
along the
cemetery's floor:
a handful
of large
black rectangles:
each one
slightly sunken.
Published 29th Jul 2012
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