Asphyxiation

She breathes the last word
Rolling off her lips
A silent wimper of betral spills from her mouth
".....please"
She chokes
But his hands only slip deeper into her hair
Fingers gliding onto her smooth throat
Her pulse in his palms
The black oozes up her eyes
Like oil spilling across green grass
He brings his tounge close to her ear
He slowly tightens
Letting her know how he feels
How hes hurt
How he wants her to feel
Tighter and tighter
Pulse starts to slow
Her head begins to slump
And he can feel she is dead
He is the black that threatens her sight
He is the hands that choke her fight
He is the words that roll into her skull
He is the death that speaks in her sleep
He is the one that turns her thoughts to mull