This is Perfection.
In the corner, I sat.
It was the first place I went.
My streaked-red sheets.
Our fluids on the mattress.
My clothes on the floor,
my broken nails,
my filleted skin,
the bruises on my thighs.
His corpse cooling on the floor.
I didn't want to see them.
Everything was so...
bloody.
sloppy.
grusome.
He made me sick.
The textured white wall was all I could stare at
without feeling the urge to vomit.
It was the only space of the room that managed to retain the
purity in this horrific scene.
I was jealous of this fucking dry wall.
Nothing but this little section of wall, somehow, escaped the wrath of his violation.
I reached my hand out to touch it.
Fingerprint.
Tainted.
Defiled.
Just Like Me.
I took that dead sack-of-shit's gun and put the barrel under my chin.
Obviously, we know what happens next.
I pull the trigger.
So predictable.
So liable.
So typical.
The life, my life, draining from me even more.
It was supposed to be quick.
I fucked it up.
I watched the blood imbed itself into the carpet.
Blearily.
It left splatters on the wall.
My face,
Blending with the rest of the room.
I screamed loud because I wasn't able to before.
Nothing was my own.
I was gone.
He'd taken everything.
Left nothing.
HE DESTROYED ME.
Destroyed.
Filthy.
Beautiful.
Tragic.
Perfect.
It was the first place I went.
My streaked-red sheets.
Our fluids on the mattress.
My clothes on the floor,
my broken nails,
my filleted skin,
the bruises on my thighs.
His corpse cooling on the floor.
I didn't want to see them.
Everything was so...
bloody.
sloppy.
grusome.
He made me sick.
The textured white wall was all I could stare at
without feeling the urge to vomit.
It was the only space of the room that managed to retain the
purity in this horrific scene.
I was jealous of this fucking dry wall.
Nothing but this little section of wall, somehow, escaped the wrath of his violation.
I reached my hand out to touch it.
Fingerprint.
Tainted.
Defiled.
Just Like Me.
I took that dead sack-of-shit's gun and put the barrel under my chin.
Obviously, we know what happens next.
I pull the trigger.
So predictable.
So liable.
So typical.
The life, my life, draining from me even more.
It was supposed to be quick.
I fucked it up.
I watched the blood imbed itself into the carpet.
Blearily.
It left splatters on the wall.
My face,
Blending with the rest of the room.
I screamed loud because I wasn't able to before.
Nothing was my own.
I was gone.
He'd taken everything.
Left nothing.
HE DESTROYED ME.
Destroyed.
Filthy.
Beautiful.
Tragic.
Perfect.