Beauty Shattered

His hands shook ever so slighty
as he took hold of her tender white throat.
He closed his eyes and breathed in deep
the smell that she exuded from every pore of her body.
Her eyes were closed and sparkled
with glitter that she had worn to the dance that night.
Her breath was deep and even
as she lay in oblivious peaceful slumber.
Her lips were slighty parted
and still coated with shimmery pink gloss.
Her hair lay all about the pillows
like highly glossed threads of silk.
But he had no need for her beauty
because she had not saved it for him.

His hands gripped her throat more fiercely
and her pink lips opened wide to scream.
Her eyes flew opened in shock
and the glitter didn't matter anymore.
Her soft white hands flew to his
to try to pry them away.
Her strength did nowhere match her beauty
and she was completely helpless against brute force.
She felt the oxygen departing her body
as she could no longer breathe.
The last of what was left of her
had slowly and painfully drained away.
He left her beauty shattered there
as he stood up to leave.