Poison
He gave me a glass.
He watched as we took a drink.
the smoldering look upon his face.
I devoured the sweet red wine,
but the numbness begin inside.
Then I realized of the taste,
It was sour and burned my lips.
My throat was starting to close
My breath labored
My heart strumming hard against my chest.
I fell onto the floor as darkness surrounds me
before I closed my eyes,
I see a dark smirk move across his lips.
I was poisoned.
The last thought in my mind was..
Why?
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