I still see her face every time I close my eyes.

Her Blond hair, slowly falling away in clumps

Her Crisp blue eyes, slowly withering away to nothing

Her hands, trying to pry my own away

Her lips, trying to scream out

Her Crisp blue eyes, full of terror and hatred all in one

Her will, naming me the executor

Her family, crying and confused at the reading

Her bank account, fully drained

Her husband, finally happy.