Her body is buried in your backyard
The dirt is caked under your fingernails
Your hands, razor blade sharp, held her heart
Blood still stains your incapable hands.
You owned her body while starving her soul,
Willfully ignoring her heart,
Abusing her fragile mind.
The bones cry out from the earth haunting you.
You murdered her word by word–
Kiss by kiss
You couldn’t get enough of this pain you inflicted.
Call it wicked.
The good girl is dead.