I Did It!

I did it,

I killed him

I did wilfully commit homicide

I did with malice aforethought take the life of another and end it

I feel no remorse, no compassion.  I feel sated.

The long winter is over and now life can begin anew

He is dead

For a short time, I felt loved as a woman should be loved

And I returned the feelings tenfold.

When you love so deeply you can be hurt just as deeply.

I was lied to.  I was betrayed.

The scars run deep.

Perhaps too deep.

I did not feel his life ooze from between my hands as it left his body.

I did not feel his warm blood lessen the chill in the air

As it slowly covered the ground beneath him.

I did not mark him as he left his mark on me.

But he is dead and I am alive

I will continue to live.  He will not.

He will enrich the soil with his decaying bones

And life will blossom from his effluents.

I am alive.

He no longer holds sway over me.

It is over.

I killed him in my mind.

38 thoughts on “I Did It!

      1. Dale

        Oh, I realised it must be something like that. But knowing you as I’ve come to know you through the blogosphere, you gotta admit, you could have gone the other way..

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    1. Murphy’s Law

      Au Contraire my friend. There are so many people living in Pam’s head there is a multitude of witnesses! But I don’t think any of them would give her up! 🤗

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  1. Murphy’s Law

    Oooooo, you are still at the top of your game! I love the idea of killing someone or something in your mind. Quick. Clean. Quiet. Safe. And if it suits you, you can do it over and over to the same person, each time in a different way. But this is a mind game only, right? 🤗

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