Helping me scream

I watch as the ambulance goes by the bystanders go stand somewhere else and chatter about what just happened. How they dragged her body out the crimson slime she corroded in for three consecutive weeks. They didn't even know she loved butterflies and rainbows. They didn't know what she felt like when she was alone. They didn't know how she made me feel, how she felt when my blade exposed her secrets secreting all over my shoes. How I placed her there for the world to see just what they made me do to her. They won't find me they will never know it was me they will never know she is me.