The killer lurks silently

His steps, placed silently and carefully, are unknown to me

Being the oblivious child, I feel no malicious breath down my neck

I trust too easily; I dismiss it as the wind

Hungrily eying, he closes in, his steps unwavering

And a hand finds my wrist

A wicked smile crosses his lips

But somehow my nervousness does not set in

I mistake the grab as a derailed handshake, the smile as a friendly greeting

My foolish naiveté always gets the better of me

His other hand plays with the vial in his coat as the grip on my wrist tightens

His eyes intensify

Understanding finally clicks inside my mind

A scream wells up inside of me, filling me to the brim

But the vial, suddenly jammed into my mouth, stops any noise from coming out

Unwelcome hands writhe everywhere desperately attempting to keep me still

Poison pours into my throat, burning every inch of it on its way down

No satisfaction is reached until the struggle ends

And no amount of coughing makes the burn go away

Remorse doesn't house itself in his body as he turns away

Not caring to see if I live or die