Friday, the 13th
I Was Just Thinking
sweet it is the rush through your veins
sweet enough
to lure you in
like a mouse into syrup
nose quivering
tongue tasting
further further in
until all four paws are trapped
and no escape
no pulling tearing bleeding
no way out
as light fades
and black settles in
sweet
By: The Whimsical Writer/Mom/Library Lady