Today I dug up a grave.
I turned the key, pulled the locks and opened the lid.
The body in the coffin was as it had been for a long time… it was still very much a corpse.
Corrupted and decayed it was a shell.
Looking at it in the bright March sunlight, it was hard to believe it had ever been anything beside a rotted husk.
Had it ever been alive? I wondered as I lowered myself down into the ground.
The eyes weren’t empty as I expected they would be.
They were full of death.
Then I crawled out of the grave, away from the shell of what used to be and I when I was far away from the opened grave I ran because I still could.
And I laughed with relief as I ran with death’s scent trailing after me.