Her Murder

The beast of two souls lay cold and bitter, eyes of fury that cut like glass, pierce the conscience mind of the one who betrayed her...Lips once warm, painted his favorite color, now pale, weak, quiet as they find only one word...A body, sculpted in brilliance, a frame with soft sinuous breasts in framed a pounding heartbeat...Legs tangled within the limbs, the water rushes through her fingers now...Thoughts race through her mind and her hands tremble...The voice that once whispered sensual illusions and fantasies two lovers could play has been silenced...Death comes quietly as she holds tight, looking for repentance somehow, finding only her reflection in the shadows of a crooked smile...Regret will not find her, for she is the one he will never hurt again... He breathes no more!


By R Fuller 11/16/2011