digging in the mud
covered in blood
and dirt
clothes wrinkled death
wreaking breathe
lubed slippery fingertips
passed out still warm
the body on my bed
lay victim
the shovel
in my hands
covered in dirt
moonlit skirt
double panties
fantasy galore
this suicide core
apple in hand eating
you found me this way
taking a break from all this
digging again
the garden
she grows
as you stand outside
my house
waiting
watching time unravel
the garden which I show no one
now exposed
chemical burns from lye
dark eyes like november
this corpse still limber
you open in shock
like an aperture
caught me off guard
no time to wash
up or clean
just enough to cover these
blood stains
dirt on my neck and back
calloused hands bleed
the face he wears
the garden grows
so much faster than I can keep up with
knife in hand
looking around
at all these ditches
so many piles of neatly packed dirt
hurting again
in the dark
of the night
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