"Behold!"

She cries,

She holds up the needle,

Shine in the light,

Then bring it back down,

Drenched in crimson,

Sparkling on my smile,

I laugh,

It chills her to hear me.

"Behold!"

She screams,

Flailing her arms,

Time to fall,

Meet the ground,

Her bones crack, brittle,

She reaches the floor.

"Behold!"

He ventures with his voice,

Miraculously reaching out in time,

But he still doesn't catch it,

It slips through his fingers,

Blood running over his wrists,

He stares.

"Behold!"

I whispered,

I hold up the pistol,

Shimmering lead driving,

Run it through,

Smile softly,

Fall.

A hole in my head.