fiction, women

Mine Won’t

You slipped the pills into my drink. You and your husband. Fed me to the water.

I was spat back. A dead nothing in my chest. An orifice in my throat where he slit my throat and you watched. There was love in your eyes, blind and selfish. You wept, but I knew it was yourself.

You were the last thing I saw before he led you away. An infidelity denied forever. A last drink before leaving town. Wanting to be adults about it, I agreed.  You looked sad but pretty like a caged bird. His hands shook.

Mine won’t.

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