Missed

I sat there while he prepared his poison Her scattered frame wrapped in her favourite towel held together by her years of drool her pain a broken meow unrecognisable from those late nights when her need for more food was echoed in my ears Hold her tightly her executioner whispered No tighter had i held her The needle slipped between skin and bone counting her breaths slowing as her eyes smiled at my own and as tear pushed tear my sweet Angel was gone