Timing
His kiss was simple,
a peck on the forehead to be precise.
But it was a venomous attempt
to dissolve my fervid blocks of ice, now melting.
A gushy feeling crawled up my spine,
Sending messages to my nearly frozen mind.
Dazed as a daffodil,
his kiss was of Grim’s scythe
slashing through my aorta
and fully ripping my heart apart.
Ah yes, it was Death’s farewell kiss,
his last fatal blow.
