Innocent

Doe eyes, a sweet-like-sugar tone, and a pure innocence.

An innocence with a knife behind their back.

They held out their hand.

You took it.

They pulled you into a hug and held a knife up above your neck.

But you can't see.

Eyes twitching, wide toothy grin, just itching  to pull that knife a few inches closer.

Not yet.

You see hugs and kisses.

They see slowly tearing you apart.

Planning your demise like it's a tea party.

That's because it is for them.

Watch out.

Ha.

Can't say I didn't warn you.

What's it like to be betrayed by the "innocent"?