He was filling the ditch with the dirt he just dug out of the tunnel to his body. Did he ever make her feel whole? He loved her for what she seemed. Above the league for shit pants and boils of puss just below the falsely ordered surface. A fragile beauty to an uncoordinated giant. He toppled over, and he crushed her pale bones. He mutilated her innocence and coddled her insecurities. He made her shrink, he made her fade, and she let him write with that chalk. The powder shaking about her nostrils with every pleasurable pain.
*Originally written in 2015