Your slippery wet fingers,
Dark and shiny,
Slide across the table
Towards me.
I am afraid
But I can’t move
Can’t turn my face
Away from them.
They shimmer
slightly
Softly
Before my eyes.
And then
Snap
They plunge
into my face,
Knuckle deep.
Your nails are neatly trimmed.
I can feel
Warm liquid
on my face.
Like tears but
Thicker.
The tang of iron
My tongue
Running over my teeth.
And I can hear you now,
But just
And quieter,
quieter still.
Agitation of hands. Strength of words. 
vivid imagery , nice poem.thanks
An interesting poem…I could see the image…but not the why?
the last stanza was by far the most picturesque to me than the rest, although each of them are equally good. wonderful poem. loved it 🙂
Wordwand – Thank you.
martin – I will probably change it somehow. It doesn’t quite sit right by my calculations. And I shall take your opinion into consideration.
glittering – Thank you too. And GREAT blog name my friend.