It sits on the counter, still and glossy.

Strobe lights flash against the blue liquid, making it gleam.

A hand encases the glass, and with teeth bared, offers it to me.

“It’s Veleno.” The smile is infectious.

I don’t know what Veleno is, but I take it from the hand anyways.

I press the liquid to my lips and throw my head back, my eyes still on the stranger.

And as he pulls me close, my eyes begin to flutter shut.

My head is clouded, I’m falling, panicking.

The last thing I see is his smile, not infectious, but poisonous.

-AKA The Author


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