There is a moment

… when you realize you've had too much to drink.

Just a glass of decent red to start, nothing fancy.

"Try this" turns into another glass, followed by a glass. Then a splash of something else.

You know you're over. Know it hard.

But …

Not gonna stop now.

There is a moment

…in the eyes.

The knife is buried deep. It pierces both lung and heart.

They try to gasp. They try to suck a breath into half their being. They try to beg. They try.

If you stare into their eyes, you watch them end.

Such grandeur.

There is a moment

… when they cum.

Maybe you 'made them'. Maybe you helped. Maybe you were just here.

Right now, you are unimportant.

They, if they can, stare into your eyes as a crushing wave of physical pleasure hits them.

Nothing else.

Only this.

There is a moment

… when a pen carries the weight of a tribe, or a city, or a race.

Scribble.

End.

There is a moment

… when their eyes find yours for the first time.

They have seen before. They have viewed.

But recognition?

This is new.

Holy shit.

There is a moment

… when the knife in my hand is so light.

I could raise it to my throat with no effort at all. None.

I could press the sharp blade to my skin until I feel my pulse in my palm.

I could do so much …