Soil

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when he throws you a shovel

and asks you to dig

you only reply with 'how deep?'


'six feet.'


so you get to work as he watches on

in the dead of the night,

not a soul in sight


but you don't see the smile on his face

cutting through like a knife through pale, pale flesh


(and you don't know that you're digging your own grave)

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