Sapphire and Soil.

I saw her in my every bead of sweat: eyes of sapphire blue hidden for lifetimes behind long, lustrous lashes; hair the colour of midnight blotting out the day; skin smoother than ice reflecting our once love. I saw all this and more as I mopped my brow. Yes, I saw it all, whilst shovelling those last bits of soil into her makeshift grave. After that, I only saw her in my nightmares, and even then not for long.

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