You looked kinda cute,
lying there with your lifeless face.
The spark was still in your eyes,
although they no longer saw.

I ran my fingers through your hair
and smiled warmly.

The fleas were disembarking from your corpse;
jetison from your body
like the soul from your mind.

A trickle of blood emerged
from your gaping mouth;
it glistened in the morning light.

That trap had really done a job on your neck.
That's what I bought the cunt for