You Can’t Get Rid of Me

Mary’s looking around.
Shovel clanked hard earth.
Mary stops, eyes darting either way.
I think she can hear me.
I know she can’t see me.
I’m six feet underneath her bare feet.
How is this possible? Mary shouted with a warm breath.
Didn’t she know even if she killed me, I’d still end up in her head?

(© 2022 AC)

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