Your smile always changed the atmosphere,
offered so much warmth to the frigid world.
This only happened when you came out.
The clouds shifted to embellish your smile
which was like tiny photons prancing in the sky:
fascinating intrigued children, captivating the photographer's gaze,
assisting the dandelions with their roar.

Your smile was so genuine, authentic.
So white
so spotless
perfectly aligned,
lacking only in hue.
It seemed nothing could taint your smile.

I detested that!
Jealousy and rage devoured me.

I made a move!
****** weapon of choice
a 5.5-inch cold carbon stainless steel knife
clutched in the palm of my hand.

Mouth agape in dubiety,
your smile losing to shock and uncertainty
fueled my starving impulses,
before I knew it you were covered.
The deepest hue of dark red I have ever seen,
warming my cold hands.
So beautiful indeed
the sun, at last, had reached the east.