The Crimson Flood

Loyal! I was too loyal. He dragged the woods through me...down the small of my back i snapped every passing branch and my feet whisped amiss the blades of grass as my eyes rolled back.

Life..there was some life in me yet...just a little left..a breath in my neck...after he spent five precious minutes of his moments..squeezing at it... And i thought he didn't love me...i thought he didn't have time for me.

Oh...and how the stars fall at his feet..i am a slave to him...this narcassist man..our horoscopes matched. Oh...i smell the earth as he shovels it amongst me...oh i hear the saw as it rips right through me.

And anon anon...the crimson flood..follows into the mud....in a shallow grave...my body parts remain...I would've never guessed this on the third date.