She handed him her bible,

told him their forever depended upon him,

and slipped away.

She was sick of lemonade kisses-

sloppy mouths pressed together craving hints of summer sweetness.

Through all the hurt and neglect, I never stopped loving him; and that scares me.

There were no words between us, just his arms as his hands seized my throat again.

That dog-walker has a gun in his pocket

Someone watches me through the crack in my blinds.

Fill, fill, fill the hole

Level it with the ground

Tap, tap, tap the top

The body won't be found

The cat leaps from the dumpster, green eyes glowing. A pet cat once shared my life, but not like this.