Drink a little poison

100 words x 365 days

He broke her, but not in the way that could be fixed. His words her poison, and she never tasted the cyanide that he placed upon his tongue. The sweetest delights slid down her throat, warming her soul in what he claimed to be love. He watched her fall, reached out to catch her, but a smile creased his lips as he pulled back in a bellyache of laugher. His goal to take another soul into his book of failures, one he carried with pride. There was no remorse when he added her name, but the accomplishment this time fatal to her soul.

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