Virgo 12. To test her fears, a woman takes a walk alone at night in a graveyard.
They had misled her: There were no people here. Only bodies changing form. She could feel them – no, not the bodies – the molds and microbes and worms enjoying themselves as they gorged on the rich nutrients. The owners of the bodies were all off in many different sorts of places, some rather near, others at unimaginable distances. They knew not of her presence, nor cared.
She’d chosen a full moon for her visit, so that she might find her way more easily. She walked softly through the moving tree shadows amongst the stones with their carvings of names. Strange how names continue to hold their shape, as the things they name keep forever changing.