Ophelia

The woman dragged her mangled daughter into the bathroom,
where she slit every opening in her daughter's body,
loving every second of her offspring's screams,
"Mom! Stop!"
But she couldn't. Though her eyes bled, her fingers practically falling off, she wanted this.
So there she lay. Her daughter. Her Mandy. Dead in the bathtub.
Mother laughed historically. Dying in her sleep.
Now Mandy knows my pain. Now I can have it all.
The infamous knife my beloved mother used to kill, was in my hands.
And all over my Mandy's body, was our last words.
" I love you!"
"I love you!"
"I love you!'
It was funny. Mother and Mandy looked so similar. Pretty soon I will too.
I love you.