My fists repeatedly striking her face, oh, how right it feels. The way her nose crunches when it breaks, oh, how right it feels. The chunks of her skin under my nails, oh how right it feels. These handfulls of hair that I clutch, oh, how right it feels. Her screams of pain and suffering, oh, how right it feels. How her face turns purple as my grip tightens, oh, how right it feels. How her heartbeat starts to slow down, oh, how right it feels. When her eyes roll back, oh how right it feels. When her chest falls for the last time,