And it was a gutless killing,
Reddened hands strangling the throat,
Screams shrouded with excuses of nothing.

And it continued,
Fingers and a neck locked within a deadly beat of
engagement.

Ever so gently they pressed,
Imprints embedded with misconceived memories and mistakes of
the past,
Until at last it snapped,
And the silent screams subsided 

It was a gutless killing.