Its too late

A kiss.
A touch.
Your fingers stroking my face.
Neck
Pressure.
Nails digging into veins.
Smothered cries.
More pressure.
Squeezing.
Tightening.

A smile.
A laugh.
your hands chocking my throat.
Sharp gasps
Pressure
Scratching nails.
Writhing body.
More pressure.

A wink.
A sigh.
Your body holding me down.
Lifeless eyes.
No more cries.
Less pressure.
Sirens sound.
Shouts call out.

Its too late.
Shes dead.

I'm dead.