She was mesmerising

RI look at her with tears gushing down my cheeks as she lay strewn on the wooden dining table. Her legs and arms spread across the white dining cloth. Her eyes calling me for mercy.

I take her beauty in. Inhaling her perfumed scent mixed with the undertone of blood. Her screams intertwined with her cries before she quite different down. Her shivering Breath accompanied her stuttering voice.she kept asking me 'Why?' Pleading with me. I just watched her, with an intoxicating mixture of sadness and pleasure welling up in my soul.

She kept asking "Why...why are you doing this to me. I thought you loved me." I couldn't hide the pain in my voice when I answered here "I do love you..that's why I have to do this." I got up from the chair and pulled out the knife from her right thigh. She screamed so beautifully. I ran the knife along her body from her shin to her neck and kissed her. I kissed her deeply, tasting her blood and muffling her sobbing. I saw the despair in her face when I pulled away.

I felt I had to explain to the woman I loved, why I am going to kill her. Why I killed all the woman I love. I looked at her, as mesmerised by her beauty as I was when i first laid eyes on her. I stared into her beautiful brown eyes. Trying to explain that death and love together are stronger and more intoxicating than any drug,they are Eternal . Alone they do almost nothing for me.alone they are insignificant. Alone they are like a baby girl, cute but nothing close to the exquisiteness of a full grown woman. If it wasn't for death, I'd have no use for falling in lovery.

I left her lying on the table and went to play our favourite love song on repeat. When I returned her eyes were puffy and streaming with tears. Her shovering seemed rhythmically in tune with the slow soulful tune of our song.

I injected her with a sedative.it unfortunately numbed her of the pain but at least kept her awake.I wanted to see every contortion her face made in horror from watching me cement her place in my heart.

I began cutting off my favourite parts. Her thumb and index finger were first. I loved how she would rub her earlobes when she was nervous. I burned the wounds closed so she wouldn't bleed to death. Her expression was a mixture of horror, suprise, anger and pain. I don't think I've ever seen her look so beautiful.I had to take pictures.

I moved on to her toes... that she curled everytime we made love. Her ears, legs, arms , nose .....her lips. I kept going, cutting beautiful art piece after beautiful art piece. I took a picture of every face she made. Then finally I took her heart out and put it in amy old mayonnaise jar. When I was done, all that was left of her where chunks on the table. She still looked beautiful though. ..in all her red glory.

I took her heart and pictures to my room. I put them in the bottom base of my bed with the other jars.and picures.

My bed sheets still had her perfume on them. I inhaled... deeply before fetching trash bags from the kitchen. The hardest part is always saying goodbye. I delicately stuffed her parts into 3 bags which I put into other bags . To minimise the risk of tearing .

I put my beloved pieces into the deep fridge. With tears gushing down my face. The rest of my beloveds pieces I loaded into the trunk of my city golf.

I drove out to the woods before the next town. Playing our song the whole way. I drove deep into the woods and looked for a new tree to plant her beneath. I changed into coveralls and put on shoes that where 2 sizes bigger than my feet. Incase my garden of beautiful things was ever investigated. I took her out the car and buried her. I sang along with our song for a few words over her grave. I drove away with tears in my eyes.

The further i got from the woods. The emptier I felt. I got back to my town and took my car to a car wash. I went to the nearest restaurant and ordered breakfast.

My waiter was beautiful. Mesmerisingly so...