Sometimes you need a shovel to love someone. Sometimes loving someone means you have to bury a couple of bodies.
He’s terrible, my lover, awful actually, a killer, but now so am I. I thought about that as I watched him bury his mother, watched as the shovel went into the dirty, and how the dirt went over her. A better person would have run, or called the police or at least ghosted him, but that’s not me.
Shovel talk because sometimes you need to know that someone will be angry for you, that you are worth rage, and it may be wrong but man, it feels good.
“Grab the shovel!” Eddy said. We need to hide the body. The body? I thought we killed a deer. This was a simple hunting trip. I looked over and saw the dead deer. “Bury it”, he said.
He yelled at her to continue working and he threw the shovel at her. She picked it up, wanting to argue but knew that it would do no good, and under the hot sun, she would feel even worse. She chipped away at the soil, as hard as concrete.
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Placing the shovel in its place, he smirked as he thought of the conversation earlier in the evening. “what was the difference between a spade and a shovel?”. Well, words let to a bit of a heated debate, and then the next thing he knew
Sometimes you need a shovel to love someone. Sometimes loving someone means you have to bury a couple of bodies.
He’s terrible, my lover, awful actually, a killer, but now so am I. I thought about that as I watched him bury his mother, watched as the shovel went into the dirty, and how the dirt went over her. A better person would have run, or called the police or at least ghosted him, but that’s not me.
Shovel talk because sometimes you need to know that someone will be angry for you, that you are worth rage, and it may be wrong but man, it feels good.
“Grab the shovel!” Eddy said. We need to hide the body. The body? I thought we killed a deer. This was a simple hunting trip. I looked over and saw the dead deer. “Bury it”, he said.
i keep digging for you.
embracing a shovel
rusted
over four and a half years,
not the best tool.
but i yearn
to get under you.
He yelled at her to continue working and he threw the shovel at her. She picked it up, wanting to argue but knew that it would do no good, and under the hot sun, she would feel even worse. She chipped away at the soil, as hard as concrete.
Placing the shovel in its place, he smirked as he thought of the conversation earlier in the evening. “what was the difference between a spade and a shovel?”. Well, words let to a bit of a heated debate, and then the next thing he knew