The Last Supper

Enveloped in the scent of gardenia gardens & spiced apple pie was a handwritten note that read,
“I promise you a night to die for.”
Upon her arrival, he delivered as promised,
With a noose around her neck.

She wanted to love him.
He wanted to love her.
But if she was not going to love him on his terms,
he was going to love her to death.

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