Lovers Genocide

Poison danced on his lips.
Eager, she lapped up his tears,
Quickly, she licked at his mouth.
Candied liquid ecstasy, spreading,
Crystallizing overly hot veins.
' How could you be so cruel,' a cry.
Returned with a smile, too sweet, too kind,
Laced with malice.
' You chose this,' icy blue eyes.
A brush against her cheek,
A shudder,
A recline.
A sneer as he ran his fingers over braided rope.
Hands bound, her head spun.
Dreams of love, loss, despair.
Bile rising, thick and acrid.
A chuckle from his throat and a heavily forced kiss.
' Your poison is just as vile as mine.'