She surprised him with her heaviness
As he dragged her to the garden
Deep in the lush late summer woods
Arms entwined like dancers
He dragged her over log and bump
And laid her by the spot he chose
Her broken skull shifted and caught his gaze
He stroked her blood matted hair away
From the pigment free eyes staring back at him
Haunted and empty much like his soul
He stood over her shovel in gloved hands
That would dig her final place
She would find no rest here
Just dark sticky earth to melt within
Time would cause her flesh to dissolve
And leave only traces in her bones behind
The Traveler would be her only visitor
Unwelcomed in the scream of her silence
He would not be there to mourn for her
Like those small town gossips who told her tale
One of selfish youthful need
That chased her from this one horse town
Never knowing she was steps from home
Just below the darkness of his gaze