bury her the imposter posing as you bury the actors posing as your friends bury the rules that left you for dead unscrew the hooks put them in the ground too and what the hell bury the hatchet
you choose them own that now disown them disown them all they were never yours anyway they served you once now you're done go ahead bury the dead
pile in the dirt shovel by blessed shovel pack it tight dance on their grave howl, spit, laugh, cry go on bury them
from now on celebrate what remains that's your ticket take flowers take a limo whatever but take yourself back just do it go on bury her
From my collection The Situation at Amazon books/Tara Liz Driscoll