Death’s Slaughter

We are going to have a party

although

I am not so sure

that you will enjoy

as much as I do.

This party

it’s more for me than you.

Streamers

pale pink

streaked crimson

do not look too close

I cannot have you running

that would be no fun.

Truth be told

I caught you once

I do not feel like doing it again.

I will tie you here.

Shackled to the chair

wrists

ankles

oh look

they even gave me one for your head.

Does that hurt?

Tiny pin pricks

watching blood well

eyes drawn tight

mouth shut

teeth gritted

I dig the tip in deeper.

Wanting to see you flinch.

Wanting to see pain.

Wanting to see terror

flit across your face.

Acid etched crosses on your chest

giggles erupt

I sit on the floor

cross legged.

Watching you struggle.

Watching you try to escape.

Curses flow

screams of desperation

as I wait.

Are you done yet?

Do I need to explain?

I won’t.

You know what you did

you and your kind.

I begin the countdown…..

ten…..

nine…..

eight…..

seven…..

six…….

plunge the syringe in

twisting to cause pain

send through

the coursing drug.

This one

it will kill you.

Cat playing with a mouse

bored once it is dead.

Strip off the gloves

one last glance around

this party is finished.

Light the match.

Walk away.

Death’s harbringer

slaughter is on its way.

©July 25/19

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