Pricking me with your Needle
You want to kill me.
I felt it in your tone, though the mask betrayed you not.
I suspected nothing.
Gently you kissed me.
I winced as the needle danced into my skin.
Pleasure. Pleasure was yours.
Your eye watered. I caught myself in it.
You pulled it out.
I winced again.
You smiled the smile I loved once.
You sat and watched me die.