She watching me.
Her brown eyes are shining with some cruelty, it’s like she’s having some fun with my hard work. The ground is harder than I have though, I need my feet and my weigh to make the shovel go deep into the dark. Pieces of the brown stuff looks like stones while I dig the cave. I hear her laugher burning my ears, sounds dark, sick, she shouldn’t be like that. She shouldn’t sound like a psychopath.
I still feeling her nails digging my arms, I still seeing the life going away, I still with the sensation of her neck breaking under my hands.
I’m diggin her cave into the dark earth of my background, with the bats flying randomly upon us. It’s not a hot night, but I’m sweating like in a summer afternoon. Burns my eyes and makes me stink.
She’s dead and she still watching me.
Her eyes are mocking me, she saying low and slow, her voices sounds like a whisper coming from hell, my girlfriend killed me with her bare hands, she murdered me so nobody would have me.
I pull her body and she looking at me. She’s not breathing, her heart is not beating, but her eyes moves and stare at everything that I’m doing. She’s inside a red blanket, covering her pretty face and great looking body, but she’s watching me.
I said I’m sorry, I apologized.
I promised I would take care of you, her voices comes from six feet under, I don’t break promises.