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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