Pet Sematary

When it started not to hurt, it started not ‘to matter.

how there was never enough dirt to fill

Two or three days later, Laurine Purinton left Ludlow for good, and folks in town who saw her before she got on the train said she was sporting two shiners and had cotton stuffed up both bores of her pump

On the road a semi roared by, its running lights twinkling like earthstars.

“One day soon the Arabs will pull the plug, and they’ll be able to grow African violets right down the yellow line,”

Death is a mystery, and burial is a secret.

Dead is dead-what else do you need?

Death is a mystery, and burial is a secret.

Death is a mystery, and burial is a secret.

All paths eventually went somewhere.