The rebirth of death

I killed a girl today a girl so kind so polite . It made me hater her so much more . A girl so liked who never lied . I stopped her annoying laughter . I killed her forever . I made sure she never saw a day in her life . Now I no longer hate her because shes buried in my floor finally for the first time below me . I won and she lost . As I sat there rejoicing my win , My ear had an itch . The itch got so worse it made me pick up a knife , as I chopped my left ear without thinking twice . I heard a creak in my floor . But thinking it was just a play of my mind . I just sat there cleaning the blood I smeared only to hear a voice that made me tear . It was her sigh . OH DEAR ! SHE NEVER DIED ! In that moment I realized it was I who died . It was me who failed to survive . I was buried in my own floor while she lived in my body .My mind was her new disguise .Maybe her body died but she survived . Now as I lay buried in the floor the creek of her footsteps haunt me . She is once again above me . Our very last competition she won and I lost again

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