She spat the word ‘pity’ out, as if it burns her tongue.
She wouldn’t look at him as she scraped poison from her pretty lips.
Her nails dug into her thighs until ****** half-moons appeared.
She knew she was hurting him to hurt herself, but she couldn’t stop.
Insults flew from her mouth like a double edged sword.
And as she stood over the grave, she too died slowly.