I’m often told that death is just another part of life. Another fragment, another puzzle piece, another brick in the wall.
“You can’t escape it!” they yell.
“You can’t hide from death!” they shriek.
I rest in the graveyard, gazing at her tombstone, those hateful, disgusting words carved in a rock slab, meant to label and describe her forever.
The people yell and claw at the gate behind me, ...