Understanding my deceits did not come easy.
You tried to tell me. You cried, you cursed. You tried silence and sweetness, even bribing me with food (your bipimbap was delicious).
But understanding comes gradually, now when shackled and bound. I remember the evenings I claimed to be working late, the pretence of forgetfulness when it really was ignorance.
I understand why you finally went to find solace with someone else. With someone stronger, more loyal and more willing to sign up to your plans for revenge.
I should have known that the new gardener was not there for flowerbeds but to.bury me.
With the lies I told I have finally started my journey in self despise. Losing consciousness I listen to your story and I see in your eyes that you will not let me be buried alive.
Thank you for your mercy.
Today it is time for prosery again at dVerse and it is hosted by Lisa. This week the line we should incorporate in our prose is:
Bury me with the lies I told
From the song “Bury Me” by Alejandro Escoved.
January 19, 2026
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Your Prosery piece drew me in, Björn, and I wasn’t sure whether to feel sorry for your first-person narrator or not. Yes, his partner cheated on him with someone else, but it was his own fault for being deceitful. And then you shocked me with thee new gardener and his job! It seems that we both invented characters with a little mercy.
We both made the choice of telling it from the victim
We did.
Bjorn, I love the texture here. The ending is perfect, as he hears her tell the story as he’s fading into unconsciousness. You weren’t lying about the dark tale!
We were two who went very dark this week….
I guess it would be some consolation that she still held mercy in her heart for him. So horrifying! The gardener had better keep her happy…
Bravo, nice one
🎇much love