~ The Hole ~

Everything was dry The ground rock hard as my shovel dug The leaves around me wilting from the heat It hasn't rained for weeks But still I scrapped at the ground Making my hole bigger and bigger I remembered how your hands would touch me How you were fake when people were looking How behind closed doors you were the monster That everyone thought was make believe From age six til now you were there Turning everything I was into a nightmare. I kept digging You stunk beside me A stink that would make people cringe To me I was used to it. My shovel scrapped loudly on rocks beside my blue house Just big enough The hole was You fell in with a thump But I knew no one would help you get out As shovel upon shovel fell on you I thought about how you would be remembered With the last shovel full I thought You will be remembered as the man who went missing.

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