I killed her

I wish you could see how her face had turned red more of black red, oxygen was running out, all her might to cry out for help were turning into whispers for her strength at bay could do no good like a blast expected to finish the town but barely breaks down a bridge,there were no hopes no motivation exactly how we wait for the construction of our stadium to finally end.

Yelling for help was useless,she noticed and so she tried negotiating in pain but my anger had escalated it was viscous,and that's the time she knew how I felt telling logic she neglected,her hands were not fighting me she held me gently,that grip was firm but still she had to feel more of it till she was aware enough like how we hope the salary comes early.

The satisfaction I awaited took long than I perceived ......a psychopath,that was the last word I could read on her lips and this time she was so weak there was nothing else left so I held her neck and broke it,it felt so simple she now knew it though it took cost of her life and I was now revealed, the weight in me loosened this corpse finally understood me.

Then there was nothing else left,I looked for a point of entry to reap her body apart,her mouth being socked with blood,her nose smaller I lowered down her stockings expecting a way to get in break apart her pelvis so her body could be into two pieces but I found none,hence I figured out I should ensure her blood was dried up and her body could be crushed into dust by a caterpillar and this flesh could serve the dogs a sweet stew.

She never lied on the psychopath I became all the fault being her's for it was all in favour of me
I found it even,but I killed her for justice,I killed her for an identity,I killed her to get hope of being heard,I killed her to be known,I killed her not to be a freak or a murderer just someone to cry for help and perhaps it will open doors only that I forgot to put it in tape to make logic that I can kill for hope.