Inked with Love: Burial

You’re in the ground. 

Not the you I knew, but you in the most guttural, physical sense. 

What you left behind is seeping into the soil. 

Your atoms are breathed in and out by roots and bacteria. 

The grounds of the cemetery don’t end at the gates. 

The earth that holds you continues across borders, across lines we draw to 

categorise. 

Knowing that what you are now is in there, somewhere, I can’t take another 

step. 

Writer: Jessica Zahra

Editor: Elizabeth Porporis