When He Murdered Me

He had black hair and blue eyes. He was swift with his feet, and moved gracefully with the music beat. We danced all night, in 1833 He was as handsome as he could be. He asked strange personal questions about me. Asking me what I believed death to be? I replied saying that we go to a better place. He smiled and said that was the answer he was looking for. Softly he touched his lips to mine, And everything felt out of time. His lips were soft and sweet. his tongue touched mine and I felt his heartbeat. In my mind thoughts of memories, Things of how my childhood used to be. Its almost like he reminded me of someone I once knew, someone that I was once cruel to. He whispered softly in my ear lets get out of here, I went back to his cottage, and he was very mannered and opened all doors. Suddenly he pushed me down on all fours. He came behind me, and said Its time to bleed he got behind me, and started rubbing his hands all over me rapidly. I cried, and yelled stop, but its like he never heard me. He ran his fingers through my hair, and told me I was beautiful, he said I looked just like his mother. He grabbed my wrists and pulled me off the cold wooden floor and pushed me on his bed, I saw the moonlight gazing in the window but it was as if the moon light was red. He got on top of me, and wouldn't let me up he started kissing and sucking on my neck so abruptly. Maybe in his mind he really wanted me. I acted as if I wanted him to fuck me whispering in his ear I needed him I pulled up my skirt, while he worked his way in. he pushed my arms above my head, and squeezed my wrists while he pounded me. I expressed so many emotions so easily. I thought if I didn't agree he would kill me. So short of time, he stopped he didn't even come. he would his self out, and said he was sorry. his face looked different, like he was a lost child. I got up and tried to walk away, But he went wild. He pulled the razor out from under the pillow and said from this moment on you will be a widow. He slit my neck, And I fell down, he covered my face with a pillow, I saw flashes of darkness, flashes of lightness. My body was still, he could feel that I was dead he licked the blood off my lips, that was the darkest color of red. He whispered softly in my ear, words I did not expect to hear Like nothing had ever happened. He said those I love I kill, Please do not believe I do it for the thrill. you were my treasure my pot of gold, and in the silver box is what your future did hold. Written December 13th, 2001 © on Dec 12 2001 05:07 PM PST, Shelly   0 • 16