The snap of her spine drains the life from her cold ocean eyes.
She can no longer beg or breathe.
Instead, she lies there staring aimlessly
after her heart gave one last beat.
The music is silent now.
The words and proverbs she held so dear no longer matter
because she no longer matters.
I stand above her motionless body and watched as death whisked her away.
And now
I stand before you
Maniacal
Triumphant.
Nothing but dirt and gleaming eyes in a night sky to hear the screaming.
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