Eaters of the Dead

Digger quietly cleaned up the torn dirt, replaced bits of bone as he could and buried others, telling no one of his actions or the causes. He had come into the habit of wandering the graveyard in the evening, listening for the scraping sound of tooth on bone.

"One Evening in Wilmington with Chekhov's Gun" and "CNN Films Presents Sole Survivor (2013)...Or, It’s Called Survivor’s Guilt and It Never Goes Away"

The drug dealer is a boy, a child,
someone who would be otherwise occupied with
lacrosse and SAT-prep back in my safe suburban bubble.
He brings me to a series of row houses,
heartrendingly sparse trees lining a gravel alley;
he leads me further into the darkness.

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