From behind
Hands grasp cheap bleached blond hair
Pulling her back
While gagging her
No screams this time
No one to save her
No gloves to hide his prints
This is long premeditated
And he doesn’t care
The struggle she gives
Insignificant at best
Even his testicles are numb
This must be done
The thought echoes in his mind
Fingers close in on her throat
Wrenching the life from her
Feeling the pulse in his palms
As the breath slows
The heart weakens
The movement stops
And her dead eyes glare forward
Into the abyss
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