Oh the pleasure!



So beautiful she was, lying on her sides,



Combing my fingers through her hair, I stared at her lumps. They were moving. slowly. painfully maybe. Up. And down. Up, and down.




That sweet, viscous fluid ebbed slowly. A bubbly puddle, dark red.



Her pupils darted around, to the beat of my heart. I could barely contain my excitement! Such huge, dark, dilated eyes.




She touched me! It was cold, too cold for my liking.




Tilting over, I tried to listen.

Wheezing. sssss. pssss.

"save . . i . ."



She gargled. Some pinkish fluid. I couldn't be sure if it was foam or blood. Probably both.




I kissed her. I had always wanted to taste one's last breath. mmmm. Disappointing. I expected more. More than just iron.





She was a bad kisser. Those fucking eyes. They were open.




Her hands slipped off.


The whites were exposed as her eyes rolled back, sinking, deeper, into the skull.




So peaceful it was.


If only it lasted abit longer.