I took my shirt off

I took my shirt off. I showered. I ate.

The only feelings running through my veins were coarse and hard. I needed another shower. What was I running for?

I shot her in the mouth. I meant it. I feel no remorse. She just didn’t get it, did she? Those tits.

Long and hard. I tried to come to grips with those feelings.

I fingered her. She was the one. She tried to stay but I had her go. I brought her to the surface. Shower me.

Stuff a sock in her stinking mouth. Extinguish her. The last breath. Control what you say and do. It’s only natural.

In the end.