Utter Innocence
7 min readFeb 8, 2018
My mind often caught on the image of my fingers closing around the throat of the woman I loved, oil paint smearing from my hands onto her skin. The thought was nearly erotic. To snuff her life in a theatre was the ultimate display of irony, and it intoxicated me like none other. Countless lives were acted out there, and it was the perfect stage for the grand finale of my Margaret.