Last night I killed my boyfriend.
Not killed exactly... Petrified.
I took a front-row seat and watched as the stone crumbled and the earth rumbled on. I thought it would bring everything tumbling down. It didn’t. But my hands bled. Skin forced apart through clenched fists and manicured nails.
I waited until sunrise. Until birds chirped and the howling had long since ceased. As the sun dripped in, I could see how my life had come undone.
I brushed away the evidence with a broom.
At least now he can say I swept him off of his feet.
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