Soil
when he throws you a shovel
and asks you to dig
you only reply with 'how deep?'
'six feet.'
so you get to work as he watches on
in the dead of the night,
not a soul in sight
but you don't see the smile on his face
cutting through like a knife through pale, pale flesh
(and you don't know that you're digging your own grave)
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