It's been a long time since I last stood here.
Feelings of anger and resentment flood my heart in a deluge of accusation; it wasn't an accident, or miscalculation; it was a purposeful stride taken along the path to spiritual immolation.
I wanted her to burn; to have the threatened wrath of God become manifest through my actions.
I wanted her to pay for her sins.
Just three short feet below my shoes she lay, and I yearned to know whether the punishment was being meted out as promised, but the obtuse soil held its tongue, taunting me with silence.