Eloisa takes a shiny knife from the kitchen sink.
She takes a step back without a even blink.
The silver blade,
Casts a great ominous shade.
She walks forward to her bedroom.
In the covers of her bed her partner pleasantly awaits her doom.
Eloisa enters and touches her partners’ pouty lips.
She was going to die for those beautiful lips and the secrets that she keeps.
The knife rises in the air with one swift motion of her hands.
A muffled sound of horror breaks the night as it lands.
A wave of relief runs through her body from her core.
Yet inside her heart there is something that just feels tore.
Eloise closes her eyes and sees her lover loving someone else.
Her long hair over her breast. 
Her bare back presses against his chest.
She pulls the knife out and it’s drenched in blood up to the hilt.
Her panicked soul starts to drown in despairing guilt.
She kisses those apple blossom lips one more time.
They taste of alcohol, blood, salt and lime.
The knife rises again.
This time it lands in her own neck, right through her vain.