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every time
a towel on my face.
They were pouring in water on top.
I was drowning. They were taking it off.
Then I could I breathe for a while.
Then again. Then they would leave,
the others would come.
Night. Long shadow with an eye
behind it looking at me.
Shadows. More. Shorter and darker.
Digging. Stopping. Digging again
A little beyond
He holds the cross.
hammering on top and then
lowering them in. Somebody shouted.
What if they came this way.
The other signals him to stop, stops for a moment and then
continues