Chess

I killed a child. The graves continued to struggle with their game of chess. They had positioned them selves, black after white marble tombstone, but they couldn't reach an agreement as to which soul has the next move. Almost an eternity, they remained frozen. In that period, no one looked at the moon anymore, because it wasn't sweetened by nobody's shadow. It was just a moon. Same as that kid was just a kid. The one I killed, deep inside of me....