Epiphany [tribus] | √

If I Were to Kill

If I were to kill someone, I would slit their throat, soft and subtle, and watch their desperate attempt to gasp for the breath that they cannot grasp. In vain, they will choke and heave for precious oxygen. I will stand over them as the blood seeps from the wound like a waterfall of red, accumulating on the ground beneath them. With every drop, their life is slowly draining away. And I will watch the light leave their eyes, and the despairing plea boring into my own for help. The hand that reaches through the thick air towards me remains untouched; the life of a dying man goes unsaved.

And I get away with it.