Your hands defy his words. He speaks in a low voice and his laugh rings in your ears.
Has it not become obvious to you yet?
You'd thought previously that you felt love for him. Perhaps you still do. Even after all of the things he's done do you, you can't help but feel yourself
drawn to him.
His wry smile is the last thing that you will ever see. His teeth sharp like a dog.
He touches you and you feel like heaven. He leans in close to whisper to you as he lays you down.
"Sleep soundly now. I will kiss you goodnight."
"You may not struggle, though you may cry. Your tears are always so beautiful."
Your body relaxes as you accept his hand into your heaving chest.
The dirt placed over your eyelids feels warm as a blanket.