"hair.skin.a glass of gin"

That's all it takes to get us going. Passion versus death. Another murdered child. Another drink to help me forget.

Her face's still on my mind - take another sip.
Her eyes still haunt me - take a glass full.

Pain refuses to fade. Touch him. Hold his hands. Let him know. His body is much wiser than mine when it comes to find comfort. Let him help. Let it go.

"thigh.neck.somekind of wreck"

His skin helps me forget. His touch helps me believe. His bed's a mess. We've started a war. He wants me closer. I can't get close enough.

I grab. I bite. I scratch.. It's my life I'm fighting for. She's almost gone. I'm almost there. On the verge of madness, he pushes me and I fall.

"zipper.stitches.a floor that screeches"

Fast images fill my mind. Her little form inside her plastic bag. Gil's hands. Her post-autopsy sutured body. Gil's lips. Her little hand waving goodbye. Gil's eyes. Gil's smile. Gil's body inside mine. And I know I've made it.

Another murdered child I can live with.
Another kiss to thank him.
Another reason to go on living.

:: fin ::