Layered: Self-created Demise

...I remember how long it took for Jade to die, and suddenly it caused me to become more aggressive. Defenestration wasn’t good enough. Having to dig in the fucking snow and finding something to complete the deed really screwed with my imagery of “the perfect demise of a beauty queen”. The thunder egg that I discovered, however, did the trick. When I brought it down on Jade’s cranium, it burst and the golds and blues of the egg added inappropriate color to this spectacle. The “tool tarp” enchantingly aided me in the task. Using the implements, stripping away the bitch’s skin and smelling her perfume on her dainty wrist, caused a fury of frantic chaos as if I am not myself any longer. Watching my muscles flex in motion adds to my realization of the kill, this kill. Seeing the sash, the crown, and most importantly beating Jade at her own game, brought my vision to reality. Tearing out clumps of her hair; squatting down over her breasts; plucking her eyelashes out one by one; taking away features that I could never accomplish. The cold seeping into my five thousand dollar chiffon dress made me satisfied with the work done to my dead nemesis. I found the red-handled saw, the biggest weapon on the tarp, and took Jade’s head off, then plucked the crown from it. Looking down, my blood-soaked gown resembled some grotesque emoji; the sequins and brain matter mixed. I wrapped up the tool tarp and packed it, climbed into my fiancée Kenny’s truck, and drove up the highway, dropping into first gear...