She left.
He left holding her hand and she
Felt the tight grasp was cutting the air.
It was a normal routine,
Choreographed dynamics.
Maybe she had drunk too much
Or maybe that corpse under their bed had
Started to rot
To smell so strong that had
Been all
Inhaled by her. She was breathing in death.
They didn't know who it was, as
They just found the body in their back yard.
She wanted to call the police but
He decided they should keep it.
It'll be safer with us.
Where can we put it?
Under the bed, it's too tall to try to make it sit in a closet
And our clothes will smell.
Late at night, she imagined a soft,
Soft breathing in
And breathing out...
She had stopped sleeping,
It reeks in here, please, let's just throw it away.
You can't just dump a corpse,
Are you crazy?
You are crazy, you are fucking bonkers.
I don't know how we even thought saving a corpse from
Its natural rotting life was ever a good idea.
I like how it smells, it breathes life into me.
Don't you think?
I can't sleep. I'm not feeling well.
I wan't to go.
And there was no going anywhere. She had already gone.
She was lying under the bed. Breathing in
Breathing out.
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