Killer Palette

A dark poem from a colorful murderer.

I watch you turn an innumerable array of colors.
The shell pink in your cheeks dims as I hold your throat tightly.
Viridescent transforms into aquamarine,
Subtle changes.

The flaxen overtones engulf the pigment of your skin — gently.
My hands are losing their grip,
My arms are limp-like over-boiled noodles.
I smell the perspiration,
The scent of fear.

Long-winded breaths don’t escape your lips — anymore.
My body is filled with rage,
I cannot escape the blackness of my spirit.
My hands are God-like,

I loosen my grip only to tighten once more.
Bountiful colors rest on motionless lips.
I can’t escape the monster inside me.
So.

All I do. Is. Leave you here — purple.