You forced her to alter her molecules.
One after another. Every single day.
Aligning her the way you pleased.
Manufacturing a new her. For you.
And then. You abandoned her.
You said – “You’ve changed”.
There was no weapon found.
Nor a corpse by the end.
Yet you’re a murderer.
A Butcher rather.
For you managed to slaughter a soul.
An identity. An entire existence.
And didn’t even care about
The pieces thereafter.