Forfeit

I push, shove, drag and bury until they are clawing for breath-

until they are bloody and bruised purple to match the bags carrying my eyes.

I do not flinch at their needy gasps of air- my jaw clenched tightly in hope they may be swallowed by a hearty worm, or rather embraced by hell's embrace,

I chew at nothing, watching them grapple with the earth they condemned me to cry upon for so many nights.

I flick the clumps of dinner from my canine, watching the squelch of mud between their fingertips with a sick satisfaction.

I wonder if this will ruin their life. Buried alive- no trace of a lead.

But that feeds their paranoia. their victimization. So I had fed them liquor beyond what the body could store.

Stuffed them until they reached. Until they would dig themselves out of their nice, cozy little hole to stumble to the river side.

I wonder if they now forfeit. Their right to my body. To my life. To my memory.

I swallow the food in my mouth, watching as they paw at their eyes filled with sand and belly too full to conquer the water fat, lazy steps make toward.

I grin as they trip into the lifeless water- cold. clammy, sinking, a is have been.

The storm is approaching- nowhere to hide.