Blood, crimson and dark, seeping from porous cores, spreading and cascading around still form. Her hair once radiant beneath the summer sun, now lies flacid like a crown. Deadened roots, moistened earth, wrap her up as a coffin would. Skin too pale…deadened to the cells. Once she smelled so lovely, as a precious flower, now she smells just as dead as she lies this hour. Shameful to imagine beauty is not eternal. Beauty dies with the last breath. Her beauty attracted the wrong kind of man, her beauty attracted the worst kind of man, the man who wanted that beauty for himself. A man who took her innocence and drank it deep down into his soulless core. His thirst will never end and his determination will only grow by the seed he planted by her head. He has tasted blood, he has felt the power, if only her life had not been the cause of his arrival. Innocent and sweet, like a summer Georgia peach.. a husk of her former glory. Replanted by an insatiable monger yearning for more juices running down his cheeks each time he bites into such a peachy fuzzy soft and sweet type of flesh.
Passion..He felt passion for this girl. Passion means reckless. Reckless means evidence. Beneath the nails, upon the clothes, atop the earth. Everywhere, scan everywhere. This man did not plan this. No, this man loved this. This man was lost inside this. The kill was rash, unplanned, passionate. She struggled as her innocence was murdered brutally. The earth is dissheveled… We need DNA. There between her legs, look there. This man panicked and ran. This man forgot to clean up his mess. This man is already hungry again.
Gather the evidence, send it to labs, wait weeks until anything can be said… Interview friends, family, neigbors… Somewhere, someone, know what that man said to get her killed rather than in bed.
Soft caress of her hair, brush it behind her ear. She was full of fear. So innocent, so young… no she is gone. She has become an it. Dissect it, test it, clean it, so we can find whatever killed it. It’s name no longer matters, send someone to deal with the family, let us focus on it so we can put an end to this absurdity. It would want that. It would need that. It will have that.