”Come over for coffee”, He said

"Come over for a coffee",
He said. Never added, "bitter
With tears". "Come over for a toffee
Cupcake". Never added, "sweeter
Than any other, to cover up
The cyanide flavour with
Burnt sugar". Served her cup
In his reclusive and too sunlit
Chamber. She clumsily dropped
The fine porcelain when, clear
On the argent jug, a projection
Revealed a skull, its sheer leer
And sharp fangs, foul affection
Bleeding onto her. Blacked out.
Then? Quenched his life's drought.

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