Damn me for what I’ve done,
Hate me for the lie.
Let the web weave and thread,
But don’t let what we have die.
I know it in my blood,
She’s mine to keep and hold.
I’ll stop fighting only once,
When I’m dead and cold.
The piles of dirt are getting larger. The metal shovels
pierce the frozen soil. The sound cuts through my bones, one and then another
It’s been constant as I stand here, helpless. I’ve never
been colder, the wind and bitter snow beseiging my body, but I still don’t
I can’t take my eyes from the two graves.
The shovels spill the dirt, the piles mounting as my eyes
drift to the tombstones.
The first my father, a man who died before his time. A death
And then to my wife’s. My love’s. Gone before her time. No
one believes me. He put her there. James killed her.
My eyes pop open wide when I hear Kat whisper, “It’s all
I wake up breathless, my heart pounding and I swear I can
feel Kat’s hot breath on my neck even though I’m alone. My eyes dart around the
room as I slowly lift my body into a sitting position on the bed.
Just a terror. The same as last night.
I’m quick to grab the video monitor for the security system
from the nightstand and flick the button on to bring it to life. I had it
installed after the break-in.
It’s only when I see Kat in our bed, that my heart starts to
calm, and my heated skin seems to succumb to the chill of reality.
I close my eyes and when I open them, it’s an image of her
rolling over in bed. To my side. My fingers brush the glass where she is. I’ll
be there soon. I’ll be with her and it’ll all be over. I won’t let her down.