When the UV kicked in
there was sweat on her palms,
So she threw the shovel down;
she'd been working for too long.
Lying right beside her
was a body that was dead,
And as a tear slipped down her cheek she thought
"we could have been friends."
She was left with a hole,
she'd dug it 13 feet deep,
Just so that the body would have
a soundless place to sleep.
Then she picked the body up,
smearing blood on her hands,
And she dropped it 13 feet,
down to its quiet bed of sand.
She gazed at the body with
the spear through its chest,
With just a shovel and no fear,
the devil was impressed.
Then she took her bloody hands
and flattened out the ground,
envisioning the body's screams,
cringing at the sound.
She stood up and stepped back,
defining the word brave,
While 13 letters in the sand read,
"I am love's grave."