there is a pink drink,
in a tall glass
sitting on the bar in
front of her,
ready to be drunk.

she takes a sip,
and another one.

in the first seconds
everything was merely
a blur, drunken people dancing.
but within the next few minutes,
she was going to fall in an
unwanted dream, and he would
take her so she can be
just his.

she didn't see that
the man who she thought was
thoughtful and caring,
turned out to be the man
who killed her with
a strong pink alcohol.