Centers

Quick!

Cover up that hole I just dug! 

I can see the bones, and the bodies; some decayed, others fresh, while you ignore them.

Hide! 

Let's pretend it doesn't exist! 

Shallow existences and shallow graves. 

I want to dig.

I want to dig all of the way down.

To the center, dark and warm. 

A life so deep, I become lost in it.