Injection
The task is finished; your moist body is lolling beside mine. I’m satisfyingly filled with your effort. Having served your purpose, I now fill your indigo river of veins with venom. I observe your jolting, then slight trembling; your final movements before the paralysis cages you within yourself. I gorge myself on your succulent remains. Digesting on a moonless night, I anticipate the time when my womb will also become engorged.