The Boy on the Grave

He’s drunk, he hears them whisper as they pass, the words tinged with pride in themselves for pretending they care. But he’s too far gone to realise anything but the fact that in this very moment, in the grey space between life and death, there is a sweetness he never knew could exist. After all, there’s nothing for him here except pure selfishness, and so he buries himself deeper in the pile of sticks and stones hurled his way.

He goes deeper and deeper, until all feeling is gone, and there’s no way for him to be dragged back out again.

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