Goosebumps run throughout your body
as you tilt your head to allow her better access.
You faintly hear her whispered desires,
as you become hyperaware of the metallic smell of your blood on her knife.
She holds the Knife against your neck
and whispers the three words you were willing to die for
” I Love you”.
Love become the cause of death.
you loved her dangerously
she loved you selfishly.
Both unaware but completely
Intune of what was happening.
Both consumed by different sins,
But intertwined by their selfish needs.
you were willing to die for it,
and she was willing to kill for it.
Her love your cause of death
Your life her purpose to kill.
Gabriela A Tejada ❤
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