She was putting something in the
ground.
The earth was cold just a few
inches down and
She didn’t notice her nails crack
and split
As she scratched desperately
through grit and
Rocks until finally, finally she
reached
The softer, easier soil beneath.
She was putting something in the
ground.
She strained to hear the slightest
sound
But the blood rushed in her ears
until she
Could barely hear. She couldn’t
see
Much either, but still she looked
and
Listened as hard as she could
She was putting something in the
ground.
And before she could turn around
He was on her, his weight pressing
Her wrist breaking from the
twisting
Her breath leaving in a soundless
gasp
Her one good hand continuing to grasp-
She was putting something in the
ground.
