hearts and spades | day 19 | freewrite

the soil, freshly turned lays decorated with flowers she smiles, admiring her work, on which she'd toiled for hours

lace adorned gloves, stained with dirt lay on a table with matches unlit she smiles, striking and dropping one the fire burns as bright as her wit

the bed for two, still unmade lays only one, face flecked with gore she smiles, peaceful at last, so-called lover gone forevermore