I stopped my car on a road that I’d never travelled.

I didn’t use the gps; I’ve no idea how I reached my stopping point.

I opened the trunk, retrieved the supplies, and set off in a random direction.

I stopped after a time, though I don’t count how long.

Then I began to dig, a deep and dark hole.

I didn’t measure the depth, nor determine the width, I just knew when it was deep enough.

The motions occurred, as I discarded the wooden box into the hole.

Shovels full of dirt followed, then grey powder, then water.

Afterwards, stone and rock further filed the hole, then dense layers of earth made there seem to be no hole at at all.

I followed the imprints In the mud back to the road, and to the vehicle I had driven to a place I, nor anyone, would never find again.

None shall ever find it, no matter how thoroughly they look.

I can’t relocate it, due to the measures that I took.

I will have to figure out how the body continues on without a heart.