The last vial
Glistened…
The time for it
was predetermined
It was to be the end
From the beginning…
Different
from all the steadily consecutive doses
A few drops
Promised healing,
It would take away all that was unnecessary
Only the victim sees
Both death and life
Etched into transparent drops…
Every healing
Pays a price..
Of earlier pain
Of known terrors
And comfortable hallucinations
Each victim
Regrets the cure
A few sordid moments
Before
The final antidote...
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