You were nothing but skin. Weightless and drained of all life.
You died. Not a horrible death, but your light no longer shined. Your spirit and soul didn’t linger like most did. You were handed to me with delight. Task done. I couldn’t help but smile and whimper at the thought that I wasn’t there to witness the event. See it played out. Part of me needed to see it
Revel in it. You held medals of honor and valor for the task you did in this lifetime. Showing how great and disciplined you were. But I knew, I knew you well. So I grasped your body tight, shaking it to make sure the task was truly done. Screaming are you, are you really dead? Talk to me, explain yourself!
But you were just a husk, a husk of an empty being. So I laid you back down on the ground. Along with the memories, hatred and regret. Turning my back and walking away I feel myself being cleansed. Your demise, my glory. Best dream I ever had