Digging in the dirt

The wind softly tossed her hair back
as she dug deeper into the earth.
She had gone as far into the orchid as she could,
until there were no visible signs of life
except for the ravens eyes that peered down at her
and the comforting moon that bathed her in soft light.
Sweat beaded on her brow and she quickly wiped it away,
smearing dirt upon her pretty face.
Her white dirt stained blouse reflected the moon beams light
and the shadows danced upon her body.
The wind whispered softly in her ear,
telling her what she'd done was right.
Six feet deep and six feet wide,
she peered up at the earth crust she could barely reach.
Her tiny fingers shuffled along the ledge
where she felt around for what she came here for.
Finally her hands found the sack,
and she began to pull.
It was heavy and hard to drag,
specially after dragging it all the way here
and digging a six foot hole.
But eventually she got it
and it fell in the hole beside her.
She gave a slight yelp as the bag untied
and revealed his face.
The face of whom had betrayed her.
He had such a smooth face and defined features.
She bent down and caressed his face,
so pale and relaxed.
His blue lips were quite the opposite from when she saw him last
all red and puffy from his passionate kissing
with a girl who was not her.
His face had been so flushed,
from the heat that him and his 'other' girlfriend had generated
and from the embarrassment he'd shown when he saw the girl,
standing in the doorway with tears running down her face.
the girl he was cheating with ran out of the room
in embarrassment
and the girl just let her run on by
She bets he regrets this all now
specially when she took the lamp
and bashed it over his head.
Only did he wake back up
when she jammed the knife
deep into his chest.
His screams didn't last long.
She smiled remembering the blood flowing
how it had designed his white sheets
in splattering designs.
The bed sheets were her canvas
and his blood was her supplies.
The wind kicked up
and snapped her out of her flashback.
She tried to reach for the edge of the hole,
but found it hard to pull herself to the surface.
She finally dug herself some stairs and exited the cavity.
She looked back in the hole,
and smiled once again as she poured the dirt over his face.
She heard the sirens from a distance
but she ignored their wails.
She kept pushing dirt into the hole
even when the red and blue lights danced on her blouse.
The cops all raised their weapons
and hid sheepishly behind their doors.
By this time she only had one more scoop of dirt
which she pushed softly into the hole
and patted gently finishing her work.
She turned to the authorities
and stabbed the shovel into the dirt.
A smile played on her lips
as the cops shakily walked towards her
and put her in cuffs.
She smiled all the way
to the station
and to her cell.
The body had been dug up
her work on display.
Her bloody art shown
to all the people
who attended the show
inside that courtroom.
Oohs and Ahhs were expressed
and the girl beamed with pride.
They all gave her praise
and charged her guilty.
Insanity was the claimed reason,
the girl knew she wasn't insane,
but she didn't voice her opinion.
No one would believe her,
and everyone had seen her work.
She had no reason to worry about what lie ahead.
She had done what she though had to be done
and who can be happier with themselves?