bambispring
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.