I never asked for this.
The city workers insisted it was to improve drainage. So they dug.
And soon, after only a few feet, they hit a pocket of blood. A layer of blood and skin and bone.
Naturally, they panicked. And I suppose I did too.
Reluctantly, I shoveled dirt on their fresh corpses. Another layer added to my garden.
I never asked for this.
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