Quiet No More

The trees brown,tobacco looking wet leaves,brown, stuck sticky under his feet. That,he didn't mind,but the musky,damp,bittersweet smell,that followed him around,was a nasty smell,but at least, better than his smelly,sweat Tee palms- Punched, He punched her,2 the ground, Without a care for her well-being. He never did. "Come on- Get up! Get up you hoar" he screamed out. She attempted 2 get up,and BANG! He punched her once more. Square in her battered and bruised countenance. She,collapsed,journeying back on2 the hued,out there,ground. CRACK! Was the sound,on the ground. "Get up! I'll fuck you up. I'll fuck you up!" Her body motionless. He,she ignored, Voice unable 2 speak. Red knuckled,sore, He licks the blood seeping from her head. (He likes the taste. She gave good head. Why the fuck was he thinking of sex right now!) I could eat some KFC. But it might be 2 late, The thought,as he gazed at his girlfriend, Without motion, On the hued, Out there, Ground. Her voice quiet no more. (c)10/08/2021. Wired6.