Starlet

Sky blue starlet darting through the night, inking herself on the clouds as they swirl and pass, wind by wind. The coupling of her hair and her neck lap, like the shore and the tide leading somewhere and nowhere retracting, but always progressing just a little more, one step back, two steps forward, biting and clawing , beating suppression with progression. The taking of one more ounce of flesh (a requirement, desire), prolonging the last second before sticking the ice pick in, right behind the ear all the way in, piercing the brain stem, allowing one drop of blood to escape. Gazing into those marvelous, scorching blue orbs while the life drains away and the light in them is snuffed out like a candle tossed into a chasm, falling forever, dropping through darkness. Cradling the head I lower my corpse to the ground, I can still feel the warmth in the flesh as it leaks away like the blood from the newly create puncture.