My neighbor started digging

The night after our disaster of a date

I should have known better

Than to go out with a neihbor

Too close to home

But after seven months

I had run out of excuses

It started off simple enough

Dinner

A walk through the park

They walked me to my door

Kissed my cheek

We said goodnight

But it wasn’t a good night.

Broken glass

Red stained walls

No, it was by no means a good night.

My neighbor started digging the next night.

She brought the wine,

and I brought the body.

Together we buried my husband beneath her azaleas

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