Betrayal

Grey-blue eyes, locked onto his;
He matches the gaze, smiling subtly.
A low quick blur.
Panic.
Wet burning agony;
The blade sinks in, cutting deeply.

Out of focus grey-blue;
Unwavering, unblinking.
Moving closer, her lips brush past his neck;
Twisting the blade, her cheek to his, she whispers softly;
The words sink in, cutting more deeply.

One Small Moment

The tip of my tongue touched her neck and delicately trailed up towards the hidden place behind her ear. It had a slightly salty, tangy taste that only served to make me want to drink her in more deeply. She tilted her head millimeters, barely moving yet opening wide a landscape of understanding between us. This was acceptable, this was what she wanted. I closed my eyes, exhaling my hot breath onto her skin. My amygdala took control.