Buried?
I killed him.
I caught him unawares and hit him over the head with the back of a shovel. Then I buried him in the back garden. He cramped my style. I needed to be free, and there was no freedom if he was always there holding me back. He had to go.
I hated him: his stupid face, his pathetic voice, his putrid breath, his unfunny jokes. I no longer wanted to feel his sweaty arms around me when I was sleeping, or the hands that were forever grabbing at bits of me. He had to go.
Though now he’s gone and slowly decomposing under the lilies, I sometimes see him standing behind me when I look in the mirror, or catch the sound of his voice when I’m waking. At night I swear I hear his heavy footsteps walking around the house and tapping at the windows and doors. I hide in my room under the blankets. Maybe he wasn’t so easy to get rid of…
Joanne Fisher
Just a dark thought that hit me last night…
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Dark (your forte), Well done
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April is the cruelest month…
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‘That corpse you planted last year in your garden,’
‘Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?’
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Yep, I can get where there’s coming form. But you know, Joanne, you should have done what I did, and packed your bags and left.
Though he still haunted too many of my days… until he found another victim.
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Definitely dark… 🙂
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Reminds me of the Scissor Sisters song “I Can’t Decide”
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