He would take them to the graveyard.
The engine hummed to a stop.
A heavy quiet, another body hoisted on top
Distant headlights passing in a chaotic morse code
His truck was tucked into the darkness.
The air inside salty and acrid.
Flesh and silence
bookends to an exposed form
Rounded tree stump.
Windows fogged.
Radio Green Light.
Up here!
The sound of a seat belt clicking. His abdomen pressed.
Click Click Click Click Click
His buckle against bone.
Can you hear the sound of skin pulling from the leather.
Ribs 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12
See her rubbing vanilla lotion on blood stained hands
he starts to cry.
“I’m sad”
She turns her body towards the door.
My feet hit gravel. Moonlight and cicadas. There’s a lake.
I walk out.
Dipping Below
Neck Deep. My nose at the surface. Eyes yellow. Claws digging into sludge.