As the cold circle closes in on my back,
I shut my eyes.
In a soundless world
the deafening click can be heard.

She places the cold against my skin
and my body responds by leaning in.
It cuts, not unpleasantly, into me.
Time slows to nothing
as the life-giving bullet travels
at the speed of my thoughts.

It pierces.
It punctures,
It relieves.
It revels.

As I fall I turn.
I open my eyes
and stare at my salvation.
It was Life.

It was Life
that killed me.