There it is,
that feeling again,
it's starts as a twinge,
a question,
a niggling doubt.

I push it aside,
brush it off,
shrug, couldn't be,
it's not like that this time

She laughs,
her crooked finger pointing at me
looking from between her fingers
as she covers her face
shoulders shaking in mirth
yes darling, this time's exactly like the last
she whispers venomously

Then the feeling comes back
and it grabs at my heart
squeezing just a little at the corners
a tight pinch
between forefinger and thumb

I shake myself
physically brushing the feeling off
but with cold clawed fingers,
she grabs at my heart
crushing so hard it's totally engulfed
The cold rushing through my blood
and as I gasp out, a quiet plea
she whispers again, with mirthless glee
Believe it my girl, just like the last time

Smearing off traces of fleshy heart
She turns her back to me
Folding herself back into the dark
I'm left alone.