Over-Amped

Electrical overload,
You sent an ill-timed jolt
Through cardiac nodes;
A well-intentioned assault.

The burn was scabbed,
And I thought mended,
But such tiny stabs
Have largely offended.

It’s murder still,
While life still beats,
To sear someone at will,
Even if you’re discreet,
Even if you’re not the first,
Or the last, or the worst.