text: Have you ever wondered how it is that your heart works with so much elegance and passion? So small and yet so beautiful. Just like a little platinum ring hidden away in a small velvet box. A ring that could bond two souls for a lifetime. A heart strangled in arteries and veins, with four marvellous chambers sucking away the pollution inside you and filling you with fresh oxygen. Oh, so exquisite! My poetic thoughts are interrupted as I see my girlfriend, flipping her hair around her shoulders while she walks into the kitchen. She mutters incoherently as she passes me. But my head is too caught up in the beauty of her skin and my ears are too busy enjoying the song of her heartbeats to even pay attention to what she is saying. I begin to walk towards her. I hold her face in my palm and rest my thumb on her cheek. I can already sense the rushing of the blood, with her body pressed against mine, I can feel the "Lub dub, Lub dub" of her heart. "God, you're so beautiful! I cannot take this anymore. I want every piece of you for myself." I whisper in her ear as she giggles. I smile at those lips. Those soft bundles of cellular layers, that glistening epidermis. They get me so high. I wonder how they would taste in my mouth. My stomach drops and my hands start to shake. I close my eyes, trying to get my breathing under control but only in vain. My blood is turning into molten lava and exploding through the volcano of my heart. My head feels like its floating among the clouds. It's happening again. I'm terrified but excited at the same time. "Close your eyes. I want to recite something I wrote for you." I say in a seductive tone. With a flirty look on her face she raises her eyebrows at me while she closes her eyes slowly with a smile. "I take a deep breath, taking in the aroma that surrounds her. She smells so human. She smells of thick skin and warm blood." I say and I take a deep breath. Oh, nothing could get me this high. She puts marijuana to shame. "I walk behind her slowly, placing soft kisses on her neck." I say and I follow suit. Her skin tastes like stars. I've always wanted to taste stars. "And then... I hold her wrists as I trace the nerves pressing against her skin. Feeling the rhythm of her heart, just like playing an instrument." I hear her laugh as I run my thumb across the nerves of her wrist to the ulnar and the radical arteries carrying her starry blood along her forearm. Oh, isn't her anatomy a piece of art? I lean in. Pressing my mouth against her ears, I whisper, "Slowly and steadily, I grab the knife from the kitchen counter and stab her through her ribs from behind." Before she can react, I turn my words into reality. She wails in pain and begins to wither in my arms. "I grab her neck with my other hand as I try to choke her. Minimising her ability to shout or scream and momentarily paralysing the muscles that control her breathing." Her screams and her pain bring life to the beautiful poetry I just recited. I let her go as she collapses to the ground. She struggles to breathe and eventually, her heart-beats come to a halt. I pat myself on the back for making a much lesser mess than all other times. I clutch the knife tight in my hands ready to sculpt her into a chef's choice. Sculpt her into a platinum ring that would bond my soul and hers forever. I can't wait to taste her. I can't wait to have a part of her inside of me for eternity.