Murder

His pale lips pressed together, conjoined. They would never part again.

Icy cold skin gave chills to my flesh as I gently brushed his cheek with my finger.

He lay silently, still. My knees stay locked, careful not to budge.

I kissed his hard lips, softly. Though not passionately. I wouldn’t to wake him.

My fingers dripped of the red liquid that oozed from his body. I heard every drop splatter on the floor.

Murder. The blade in my hand shimmered. Glistened. His wounds pulsated through my mind.

Murder. He tortured my heart, my mind, my body. His death was necessary.

I closed my eyes, and said a quiet prayer. To wipe the sin from my hands. His death was necessary.

His eyes pierced through my own. I gently closed them. Could I live with this guilt? I must endure.

Murder I have committed.