Absent-minded

You forgot my name

Calling out women until you got it right

One of them was your old flame

But it would be wrong of me to bite

You forgot my birthday

And went out with your ex

Much to my dismay

Were seen kissing at the multiplex

You forgot all the things I said

Not once or twice, but three or four

Then you spent the evening in the shed

Because I locked the door

Then I forgot where I put the key

Honestly, I searched everywhere

In-between dinner and tea

But no longer had the time to spare

I forgot about you as days went by

I never went down there

Unnerved by the strange cry

It's not that I didn't care

I forgot about you in the shed

When the demolition began

I thought the screams were in my head

Burying you alive was never my plan

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Three Bottles of Vodka Don’t Help

Three bottles of Vodka later, I keep spying the sprawled-out feet bearing lemonade-pink high-heels from every corner. Every turn, I might see where the shovel printed a triangle-tent dent across her skull and rosy lips. I run straight to avert corners, but she'll follow, her accusatory limbs outstretched to suffocate.

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Prose Challenge of the Week #19: In no more than 50 words, write about guilt. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge