Mercy

Confused gentle eyes yearn

for an explanation.

Motherly arms wrap around him

cradling him into place,

as lying whispers

reassure him it will be okay.

The solemn executioner takes

his trusting arm,

injecting the poison into

his pulsing vein.

Wanting to believe it’s a serum of renewal,

she is shocked awake by his heavy body

falling limp against her.

Her hope fades as quickly as his rhythmic heartbeat,

the pounding against her shaking hands

weakening with each second

until she feels nothing except

her own failure.

Her killer hands crushed

his unconditional love the moment

she gave up on saving him.

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